Within the past few days, things have been pretty ugly in the family. Well, not internally off course, externally. With the BITCH’s on rage situation, her mother also has shown her true color in which I must say…is like criminal but dressed as cop. SHE IS EVIL!!
But, after having a very small and quite last-minute reunion with my high school friend has made me realize something. The meaning of family.
Being a family means that being with people who supports you, believe in you, help you when you made a mistake. People who made you feel worthy of yourself and take you on whoever and whatever you are. And blood just don’t really matters at all.
If that people who you so happen to call “family” made you feel like shit. Even though you are “blood” related, they’re not family. They don’t deserve you. Even two stranger who sits in a bar and talk about their family stuff bonds better than this so-called family.
All I’m saying is that I’m grateful to have this friends who can make me laugh and forget about this shit I’m in.
Thank you,
Jensen
2 comments:
Finally, you had grown up! =D
Aww....*blush
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