Friends. What are Friends For?

things come and go.. people live and die..
problems come and pass us by as we realize so much we've made them there..
as we move, we always see reasons and proud why we're WE... and why we happen to be borned this way..
if we were somebody else, would life go this way?
would we be who we are? would people love us as we are among them?
just as if we were someone else we wish to be.

i sometimes wish to be smart, but i think over it again; if i were smart would i not be cocky?
too over self-confident?
would i be around the people i love and being loved?
im just proud being myself or what's already around and among me in my days.
what's so hard to create but so easy to let go off, is friendship..
something that you create among the people you share with, is actually broken by your own bullshits.. and i dunn want that to happen..

thats why im me, not him/ her or any other people..
im here to share and to be shared which not to leave or to be left..
i wanna love and to be loved by the people i love and the people who love me..

im here and borned to be your friend not to be your everlasting enemy,
so im sorry