People change. This I know, because I've changed too. But, I've always tried to keep this alive no matter the cost. People lie through their smiles, and they tug each other away from you because they don't want you to know. Know what? I wouldn't know. They keep secrets: from you, from each other, from themselves.
It's a masquerade ball, but no one will admit that they're wearing masks.
Friendship can be a fickle thing, blown away by the puff from a cigarette she swore she'd never smoke, washed down with the burn of liquor she claimed she'd never touch.
And with friends like these, who needs enemies?