man i thought i had all kinds of friends. but i realized which ones were fakers when i moved. the people that helped me get out of my old apt and took me to the airport and still make an effort to keep in touch i guess are my real friends. the ones that are DOWN to get down when i come home are the real friends.

unfortunately, there were a lot that i thought were my down people, but i guess it was all about convenience. i left and they never thought about me again

i havent had to make an effort to make friends in such a long time but being in an entirely new country knowing absolutely NO ONE makes you realize... damn.. it does take effort. i really cant be bothered to get to know people from scratch again. the people i trust, i trust because ive known them for YEARS AND YEARS. i cant say i trust any one of these fucks out here because ive only known them for like... 4 months. shitty. but thats life.

i would do anything for anyone of my friends because thats the kind of person i am. but the ones i know are really down for me... only about 2 or 3. sad really.