Knowing people for so long, it's easy to see them grow. But what happens when you see them growing into an ugly person and can't stand it anymore?

What do you do when your best friend is turning into a self-centered pessimistic bipolar wreck that says you don't care? I don't know. I don't have all the answers. I can only hypothesize. The trick is keeping peace. Not getting into those huge arguments that disturbs everyone and only causes heartache.

It may kill you inside to talk to them like nothing happened. That's where the wonderful human feat of lying and pretending comes into play. You can pretend and keep the feelings inside and let them out later when they're gone. You can just not talk to them period. Avoid them like the plague. But that's not always possible. Sometimes you're stuck with them whether you like it or not. That's when it becomes really complicated.

One question is to ask if anyone else sees it. Sees the change they're going through. If the answer is yes, you're in luck. It may seem like gossiping. is. This is where morality comes into question. Is it okay? Sometimes I think not. You're gonna have to tell the truth to their face eventually, but the best way to keep peace is to keep it a secret. Why destroy a group of friends?

But then...they have another group of friends. The ones they do all of the stupid crap who have taught her to lie and be this horribly ugly person. you let them fall to the seventh level of hell? Leave them in that cold and barren wasteland? The old friend in you wants to help. Maybe there's something of that old friend still inside of them.

You wait...and wait...and wait...hoping for that glimmer of the old person they were. But you never find it. And you know you never will. Not until they get the biggest reality check they can. But then they're still not the same. They'll never be as good on the inside. That tiny flaw...that need for attention...created a monster. Created so much tension and building hatred.

So...friend...I want to let you know...when you come crawling on your hands and knees...I'll let you into my house...but never my heart. Not again.


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In the lands between the angels and demons sits a girl, struggling toward the light, fleeing the grasp of the foresaken.