A person who enjoys the company of false friends or pretending people around is not ever safe and oneself a big fake

WoW, friends find ample daises for applauses with rosy comments on one’s beautiful face images, dresses and palaces especially on birthday bashes, but usually haze to get any bases for actual other creativity reason praises even with a few traces.

Prosperity has many friends, even adversity has a few friends, but originality practicing the reality of altruistic humanity in life has only true friends.

When a person is on the wrong track, it may look to the people that many hands are in support of him from behind but the fact could be they are just pushing him from the back to make him fall from the deck.

It’s horrible as how a big lot of people are happy for being who they are often not; and terrible for not knowing as how they’ve made their own life miserable with a sort of surroundings that they’ve got.

I look back at Danny and I think about what Ginny said to me: Friends act like friends. My stomach tightens.