After being alone for so many years, solitude has become a part of me. As much as I would love to have a group of friends to hang out with, I constantly find myself having difficulty to invite them to my world. Perhaps, we're too different? or may be, my version of friend is someone who knows you entirely without having to change their self to shape you and BEST FRIEND DON'T JUDGE.

People who barely knows me often think that I'm unfriendly, I doubt that. Probably, the first impression didn't go well. How ironic, what am I suppose to do? Tell them straight at their face "I'm a reserved person, thereby a little space will be much appreciated."? or "Can you stop being so childish? It annoys the shit out of me?"

Anyways, the thought of "one true friend will beat a dozen friends" still hold true in my dictionary.

PS:I hate fakers as much as I hate to fake my feelings with other.