I dedicate this to my dearest girls.

People’ll always talk, it’s human nature.
Burying our heads in a book, wearing that hardly-long-enough dress, new experiences, immature ways, the world never stops judging. Yet it’s up to us to put all that behind us, and walk our own ways, do our own things. Let the girls call us sluts, let the guys call us tryhard, what difference is it going to make?

It’s our own lives - long or short, outgoing or shy, happy or sad, studious or artist; what we do, who we are with, where we go, they are just things that we do. Essesntially, only those who knows us, our life stories, have a say. True friends - I question the definition of, persistently. One view I will not stray, true friends are not the ones who agrees with everything you say, encourages every decision you make or only says things that you like to hear. Quite the opposite, look around.

They are the ones who stop you when you’re making a mistake.
They will speak their thoughts, not what their social conscience orders.
They will yell at you when you are being stubborn.
They  will show you the ugly world when you refuse to accept reality.
Of course, they will party, do crazy things with you.
They will listen, confess their deepest secrets.
 They will laugh. cry until tears run dry.

I may not be a fan of love, but I believe religiously in true friendship.
Heads high girls, forget the rest; we are strutting down this road together and that’s all that matters.