As I lay here on my sofa, nursing my wounds. You know those kinds that seem like they would never heal? Addictions! Those stuffs you know are bad for you and you should leave... But each time you try, your strength fails you. Yes, you got addicted to the wrong person. So as I sit here contemplating my predicament, over there standing three feet away from me in my living room, excited for no sane reason, smiling showing all thirty four dentition, is... You guessed right! My STUPID FRIEND. Cursed with great dexterity when it comes to playing the piano, and blessed with the most horrendous voice on earth. Even don jazzy sounds better! Makes me wonder what was going through the mind of his Creator on the day he was created. He knows music but when he sings, I hate music. But come to think of it, stupid friends like these are the ones that make our lives beautiful. At those solemn moment when your heart sneaks away from the presence of common sense, in search of those who take you for granted or aren't meant for you. Stupid friends like these are the ones who offer you their shoulders to constantly drench in your tears. And even when they give into the temptation of saying, "But I told you", They say it in the most suiting manner ever. And when the laugh at your predicament, they do it in such away that even you, find the whole thing funny! They stay still and listen as you repeat your chronicles of heart break over and over again.
This is in honour of all the stupid friends out there!
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