friends come and go, my dear. and there'll be a thousand people you will call your friend, and then in one swift move realize that it was never real, and that they never really cared. but for every thousand of those friends, there will also be a hundred that you will see, were. that is why you cannot let the fakes ruin life for you, because otherwise, you will never discover those true friends.

it's funny how many assumptions one can make, simply by looking at a person—it's the reason so many stereotypes were created throughout time i suppose. people figured one or two things about an individual, could configure an entire category for certain humans, but the reality is; that's not possible, for every single one is different in particular ways. and that is why stereotypes and labels, all that *******? that's why i say that they are society's way of expressing how lazy it is, to not take the time to know one another, and rather generalizing inaccurately. it's a sad thing, really.

but you cannot judge a book by it's cover, you must discover the first chapter to recognize it's true gems, that could lead up to a whole cavern of jewels.