We are all prisoners of something…..
Intrigue washes over me as I stare at the last phrase on the paper.It's words continue to play in my head.
"We can still be friends....."
Friends?
I scoff at that word.
That word is nothing but a lie.There is no such thing as a friend and I know that first hand.It's every man for himself and that's that.
Scrunch up the paper and throw it somewhere across the room.
Evidently there's only one person that could have written this.
Ashanti……
What could she possibly want from me?…..
Now the real question is what do I have that she wants from me?
No one would randomly just want to be my friend
No one……
A teardrop falls from my eye as I recall my early age of pure childish stupidity of ever wanting to be accepted.It all ended the same way.
Pain….
