The one whom we call friends?

The word friend is what I call betrayal. Too cruel to be understood. It's just the vibe I'm looking for not the lust and jealousy. Will I ever meet one? Maybe in a different universe? What will they be like? Is it even possible to escape the sufferings and cruelty? Is that what we call fate?

I'm thinking about the every small details I'm facing irl. Those small moments are the keys to define , detect and know someone better. Isn't that how psychology works? The change in behaviour? If not then.. What even is psychology? The way of thinking in their perspective? The analysis of someone from the core details.. isn't that it? So what matters is those small things.

There are nth like a real friend. Just an illusion. They're just in the back to stab when the time comes.

There are some chill guys out there who are interesting and can be entrusted. But maybe when time comes it will be the same?

Just settle up will ya..