I was once told that “when days are dark friends are few” but I thought I was being lied to thinking how can a smart person as I have dark days.

While not realising that I was ignorant choosing fun givers not care givers for friends , joyful, nieve and ignorant.

It was too late when realisation hit me ,that a s person like me can also have dark days, and that was when things were starting to fall apart .

One by one they all started to go leaving me alone, giving me space and for once I missed and remembered the person who warned me who was a care giver.

I thought I was smart but I was wrong because I couldn’t even recognise a fake friend or even defferentiat between a fake and a true friend.

Time heals everything I now can see the deference and really believe that when days are dark friends are few.