Who can you really trust in the world of high-school? Is it even possible to have a friend that won’t betray you if the opportunity arose? Of the entire grade, there is a total of 6 people i could trust with a life-or-death secret; Mandy, Nazan, Lily, Aimee, Jenny and Christina.

How is it that you can feel a sense of security, only to to feel the force of the inevitable betrayal looming behind you, waiting to crash-tackle you to the realm of lonliness and betrayal?

High-school is the world of the most self-centred beings that proceed to call themselves human. One problem; humans have souls. In a world where bullying is water and gossip is oxygen, chaos is the democratic form of existance.

How could I be so naive as to believe these people were friends? A friend; someone to be trusted, relied upon, there when you need them. A friend is the one who comforts you in situations like these, not the one who causes them.

What is this situation? Groups of people gathered at the cricket nets dicussing what i do or don’t do behind closed doors with my boyfriend. Some I can’t be angry with as I don’t know them well or talk to them, and if they wish to talk about other people having a life in comparison to their petty gossip-dominated existances fine; build your life on that of other people, but it is from those i considered friends that the betrayal originates.

What if i did have a secret on this scale? What if i did have sex with him and told those i considered to be friends, decent people. Instead of spreading vicious, demeaning rumours, would they reveal my deepest and darkest secrets to a grade who feed on the events and experiences, the triumphs and depression of others? How do i know who i can trust? Is it even possible to have any true friends?

Sorry? I don’t believe it possible to TRULY mean that word in this context.  To mean the word ‘sorry’, you are implying that the instance will not reoccur. Gossip and betrayal are the building blocks of this world; you stab someone in the back and from there on, it only gets easier.



Dont tell me you’re sorry cause you’re not
Baby when I know you’re only sorry you got caught


Don’t demean me by apologising now, you’ll do it again… and again… and again. You may not want me to feel upset, but you sure as hell aren’t sorry.