Autobiography

In page 200 of my autobiography, I was seriously thinking about what my friends are to me, and how they influenced my life. A friend, a person you know well and like, is the reason why I can be happy, sad, and mad. If I share happinese with my friend, it doubles and if I share the sadness, it reduces to half. That is what a friend is, and a real friend is whom I can reveal who I am.
There are 3 types of friends around me - A friend that loves me, a friend that forgets me, a friend that hates me. A friend that loves me is like chocolate which makes people feel better when they are melancholy, and that is what my friends do. When I am with them, I just unreasonably feel extremely comfortable and happy. I knew them ever since I came to Saipan. even though we meet only once a week, we know that we think of each other very deeply and sincerely. I have seven of them and they are my real friends in Saipan whom I really want to share everything I have and whom I love the most. If the first reason of going church is because I am religious girl, the second reason is because of them. They are also like my bitamins of life. By giving me both good advices and hurtful advices, they are considered as true and trustful friends. Because they know what benefits to me and know the way of giving me an advice wisely.
A friend that forgets me might usually get into the relationship because of my useful aspects for them. They contact me and do not delete my number because they need me when they need something that I have. And when they get what they need, they forget me right away. They might talk behind me. So friends of this group are totally useless to become firneds. I think there is only one type of friend in this group.
A friend that hates me is a person whom I cannot handle. I just leave him/her to hate me because a friend whom I like or love does not hate me at all. Unless that friend is one of my favorite, I do not really care wheter he hates me or not. However, if that friend is in my favorite group, I will be anxious to know why he hates me all day or until we are okay. Normally, I do not have interest in those who hates me, and I do not even bother being mean to them.
Having few true and trustful friends is better than having many useless and normal friends who just ruin my mind complicatedly. However, there is one possitive aspect of having many friends - that later on, they can be people whom I can ask favors just because we were friends before. I think I lived my life ineffectively because I have more friends who forget me than who love me.