It's hard to wake up every morning when you know in your heart you're going to face another trial. Every place where I see frowned faces and crooked smiles seem to be a monster's lair. It gets so difficult whenever I think you can't get out of it ever again.
I admit it's my fault when I decided to join a sorority in UP Mindanao. From the very start, I knew I was Going to dishonour my parents if I blend with those violent group of people. But because rebellion and curiosity emerged, I followed my heart never thinking what the consequences would be. It was totally a mistake.
The mess that I made created an irresistibly great impact on the people very dear to my heart. I disappointed my family, especially my parents. They found out everything that I did. As parents, they wanted to give those who hazed me a lesson. My mother filed a complaint against them. I had to support my mother.
I never thought that giving my mother the support would make me look evil among those who sided with the sorority. Their friends started to tease me and give out fabricated stories against me. They call me bitch and asshole dimwit. Who never get hurt with it? It affected me a lot.
Because of what happened,I began to ponder who my real friends are. I may see and meet people good to me, but I can't say they are all true. I don't want to conclude that despite what happened, I still have many friends. Because now, it's clearly vague.
This time, I guess I could say having many friends is not really an achievement. Finding one but true friend is definitely a chance of a lifetime.
I would like to tell myself that I don't have to gain many friends. One true friend is more than enough.
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