We smile at different things, laugh at different contexts, think about different people, and react differently to every situation. This is who I am. And that is who they are. The differences don't set us apart, they blind us. And I'm just another poser trying to fit in to their glam scene and play their games.

I think it's time to be honest with myself.

You're just friends with the person I want you to see. The person everyone wants me to be. The person that wants so much of this acceptance that it hurts to keep on this facade any longer. The person that this place has made me to be.

This time round, I'm cutting all their lies short. I don't really want a group of friends. I don't need them. Always thought I did. But I realise that I've got all I always wanted right beside me. I think I don't mean as much to you as you do to me, but you mean the world to me. Because you see me for who I am. With no judgement. But open arms.

Wasted friendships, fucked young and strewn away. This is my ultimatum. Better luck next time, I guess. All that's left is a good cry under my blanket and when my heart finally stops breaking, all I really want is your applause. Because I think that's all that really matters to me.