I wish I knew how to tell if a friend is real, but I don't, not really.
I guess, if they help you no matter what happens, that means they're a real friend. Even if you piss them off epicly, if they still help you, then that means they care enough to get over a feud.
I don't think I've ever had a friend like that. All mine walk away at some point, throw me away like a book with the pages falling out. I want to find the one person that will stay beside me even when I'm falling apart at the seams. I'm the kind of person who prefers tattered books because nobody else wants them, and I know what it feels like to be treated that way. Some may argue that books don't have feelings because they're inanimate objects, but really we don't know anything.
I wish I knew what people thought so I could know what is so wrong with me that everyone leaves or treats me like crap. This is something too many people wish. Too many people leave without saying why. Too many people get hurt.
People are convinced that it is either hurt or be hurt, survival of the fittest, but that's only because so many people act like it is. The world doesn't have to hurt.
