I don't know how it started....I don't know when and certainly don't know why, but it's made me question the authenticity....yes, authenticity of people, mainly people who pose as friends. They hide behind masks of support and understanding, concern and devotion only to turn and rear the ugly head of betrayal when least expected. Mainly..this has been the story of my life. Filled with people who inexplicably turn on me, leaving me behind to pick up the shattered pieces of the person I was and having to rebuild myself over again, I am left with the false hope that maybe there is a little bit of good in everyone. To sum it up in three words: I grow tired.

I believe friendship is like a very very delicate plant. You must treat it with exactly the right amount of care it needs for it grow and blossom...maybe you may have heard of this phrase before, but it is something I truly believe. I write as a college student who is at a crossroads in my life. You know, the point in time where every decision you make essentially has an impact on your future. Yes, that's exactly my location. Don't get me wrong, though. This is not the typical whiny story of a girl who is not even pinpointed on the social radar and all she can do is complain for hours and hours of how she so desperately needs to be recognized by others. Hell no. Actually...my social life couldn't be better except for the fact that I keep getting stabbed in the back by those I consider(ed) my "friends."

Sucks, doesn't it? This whole bad friendships streak actually began my freshman year in high school. Strutting into catholic school, I  actually don't know what I expected...but I was in for a huge surprise.

I'll leave you with this little sneak peek before I go of what's to come tomorrow and I promise it will be worth it.....

Name:: We'll call her Queen Zee (of course real names cannot be disclosed)

Topic:: How it all began....

Good night,

~~~>Mary Jane<~~~