Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Friends.
Our true friends are those who are with us when the good things happen. They cheer us on and are pleased with our triumphs.
False friends only appear at difficult times, with their sad, supportive faces, when in fact, our suffering is serving to console them for their miserable lives.
When things were bad, various people came to "console" me. I hate that.
harangued at 12:27 PM