Grey Room

I really thought having many friends is better. Turns out it's better to be alone instead. And I thought friends are those who you like, friends are those who you smile at, friends are those who you hangout with, but no. I was wrong. I got attached to many people and considered them friends, but at the end of the day, it's only myself whom I can really consider a friend.

The room where I studied, that colorless room, is where I found myself, and how my perspective in life changed. It started with this circle of friends. Jack, who I consider the only real friend I can trust. If it wasn't for the school traditions, we wouldn't have been close. And then there came Ken, who I thought was a good friend. But our friendship was one of the most terrible thing that's ever happened to me. Jenny, the girl I loved, but my feelings were halted, for good. I'll just consider myself as a mouse, consequences as a mousetrap, and Jenny as the cheese, a toxic cheese. And there's Vel, who I thought would be a good friend, but in the end she never really cared about anyone, probably. She's as beautiful, kind, and womany as Jasmine, but she would only care about no one but Aladdin. And the twin sisters, Mon and Con, they would always make fun of me, I've always hated them for being too annoying, but we had one common thing that made me consider them friends, it's that we've always cared about a lot of people. Oh, I won't forget Chris. He was a good friend, too. Funny, and a dancer. A jolly boy who hid a lot of heart breaks. He saved my life once, but when I was trying to show him affection as a return, he seemed pushing me away like he never cared for me, ever. The rest of the people in that grey room, they're just somebody that I used to know.