This is me and my childhood friend when we were like 4 years old. My friend murdered 8 years ago, December 2005. Her ex boyfriend murdered her and then ran to his house that was one block away and shot himself. I will never forget this dark day. We grew up together. Our mothers became friends when they were next to each other in the hospital, pregnant. It was so hard for me. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, it was too painful to even breathe. I lost my Innocence, I lost my faith in people. I sat in bed and thought "it could be me...". I felt broken. Lately @gaga posted here few times about her awesome friends and about the pain she felt when some weren't around after her surgery. This is why I'm sharing my story. When I was broken, when I was lost, my so called "friends" weren't there. They were maybe at first. but after a week, two, they thought it's enough. In my worst moment when I needed the support the most, they weren't there. It broke me even more. I couldn't forget any of it later on. I couldn't be their "friend" any more. True friends will be there for you in your happy times, but even more in the sad ones. True friends will care and won't let you be alone and lost in the darkness of your own misery. True friends will be there for you when you need them! I'm thankful to say that I found few since then. I found friends that I feel I can trust. And those fake friends I had are now a sad sad memory of who I used to be. Thank you @gaga for being in my life to remind me everyday that today I'm a better version of myself. Thank you for the part you have in the person that I am today. Yours, always.