Monday 

Dear diary, 

I Sometimes wonder what friends are actually, I see people who roam with their friends, laugh with their friends, eat with their friends. But I never understand why. Why, and how did they even get together, when people come together, they forget about every type of racism, discrimination, stereotypes. Black or white, boys or girls, no specific age. Why? 

I once asked a boy what friendship is actually, he didn't answer. He said that he didn't know, Perhaps there is no regular answer for it. Friendship sometimes means with people, sometimes with the opposite gender, sometimes with older or younger people, sometimes with parents, sometimes with siblings, sometimes with criminals, sometimes with good people, sometimes with cops, sometimes with their jobs, sometimes with bosses, sometimes with food, sometimes with stars, sometimes with God, sometimes with science, sometimes with language, sometimes with craft, sometimes with birds. 

Sometimes with their home, sometimes with their imaginary friend, sometimes with themselves, sometimes with even a desk, or bench, or slippers. Sometimes alone even. These people are called Farouche, or unsociable, shy. In other words they don't like to have friends. Why? Isn't roaming alone a friendship? 

Hate is a different emotion. It's the direct opposite of being friends with someone. So that should mean when a person is not a friend with another person, he'd heard that person. Is that so? 

I think defining hate would be so much similar to defining friendship. People are never perfect friends, I've never seen a perfect friendship besides on tv, but the actual world is nothing like a tv. 

People hate everyone, no matter what their color is, what their gender is, how old they are, parents, teachers, classmates, elders, youths, slippers, desks, birds, animals, science. Themselves. Their friends. When I was young, all I cared about was... 

Myself. I used to be pretty lame. I thought, to get people's sympathy, all you need to do is to be a jerk. 99.9% people always care about cool people, you'll never find the 0.1% person in your life. But if you'll find him, you'd not hate him, ever, because he'll not hate you. But again, that's almost impossible to find such a person. That's why I was left behind at school, with all other children having a friend. 

I found my 0.1% person in third class. She changed her section. Our teacher introduced the most beautiful, the most sincere, the most intelligent person in our class. The whole class loved her. But she, Lucinda Honeydew, came to me, and said, "Why are you always sitting alone," at first I couldn't believe my eyes. "You, I'm talking to you, don't you have any friends, huh Janice?"

"Billy." 

"What?" 

"My name is Billy,"