The world is unforgiving, people are cruel, people say;"Life has meaning". But...when there is no meaning, where does the magic roam? Where does the laughter fly away to? How does one separate the gift of joy from the phantom of probability? Easy, surround yourself with few friends that love to be around you no matter what. Burn bridges that need to be burnt in order to make room for your sake. I dont regret anything i did. More bridges will be burned and to think as a good thing because. I. DONT. CARE anymore. I have the one best friend that i could count on and i didnt realize it until i saw it. I have few really good friends whom i take care of cause i dont want them to go through what i went through. You know who you are. AMO IL MIGLIORE AMICO. AMO I MIEI BUONI AMICI. Non mi sacrifichero piu per te, aidan