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Change its inevitable but whatever you change into, must always be for something better.

I'm now in Law School, something I've been dreading and dreaming of for the past 7 months. I was happy when I graduated October of last year. I left college with a good set of friends who I know would never leave me in my time of need. We all went our seperate ways, departing into our own personal destinies.

I miss them alot, these friends of mine. They're the kind who would never tell on other people, not snobs, no intrigue, no drama, nothing- everything is at face value- you don't need to guess. What you see is what you get.

I miss the trips to Wai Ying, to depressed areas, to Carriedo. Unusual but still something that normal flock of people don't do. I was in the real world, the real state of things in our country, not some manufactured place for the rich and priveleged to go.

Sadly, now I'm stuck in a plastic paradise, as fake as it gets. A superficial segment of society that only speaks for a chosen few. How nice to look at, yet how dreary when you look at it with the bigger picture of depraivity all over the country.

It's sad, this is a place when one can lose a person's golden heart, where one can deprive himself of individuality. All are drawn to the flock, changed by the flock. Apples that turn sour when put inside a basket full of worms.

I'm trying not to lose myself in all this superficiality. A place where your enemies mascarade as friends. It's a sad state of things. A superficial paradise where at first glance things seem so nice yet truly rotten in its core. But they continue to mascarade despite you knowing everything that is going on. A dance of masks.

Lest there is hope for some but not all.

Yet my heart moves on unwavering, trying to sort out the wrongs in my steadfast belief in three things;

time, truth, hearts.

It all turns around and around. As the lies echo out to become truths. Cruelly eaten by a demon's heart inside this superficial world. A void of nothing but illusion.

Rainy days, help me get through this hopeless haze. My, oh my,