He was an apparent best friend. One who was supposed to be my confidante in everything. We used to laugh, about everything and anything. Sisters, as we affectionately called each other. Whenever I stood up for him, started a fight somehow or another, it never seemed tiring or worthless. To me, friends mean the world; they support me, I support them. No one was caught crying together, it showed the strength in our unity. Or so I thought it did. But then again, being betrayed isn't something that I enjoy, but I can't say I haven't been through it. He got attached, I was happy, but nonetheless envious to see my best friend being taken away by a person I barely knew. For a long time, I endured such pains of dejection and loneliness. A sad song at 10:00PM would make me cry, and I swore to distance myself from him. Best friends? Eventually, I grew to realize that maybe I couldn't live without a friend like him, like he was indispensable. However, I was betrayed once again. He told his friend about my personal secrets, and so it spread. And now I'm all alone. I know you want to be nice to him because you rejected his feelings for you, but how dare you tell him my fancies? And that ungrateful brat, wouldn't be here today if not for me guiding him in this field. I'll drag myself to living hell and come out alive, just to prove to all how strong I really am. I'm hurt, I'm devastated. I feel like there's nothing left and my life's is going downhill. But it' not the end for me. 3 divas or SA? At the end of the day, I'm the only one left standing.