It crossed my mind like a super slow bullet the other day, that I should write a book, which is, in such, a genius and original idea, about my life and my friends. Deconstructing Harry style. 
then I thought this was just stupid, besides selfish and potentially dangerous due to the amount of hate feelings it would generate.. so i decided to get on it asap, and cover my tracks by using alias names and places. Nothing can go wrong because most of my friends don't read fiction anyway. 


I mean, if telling the truth is liberating, I would be doing everyone a favor, releasing the shackles of all those betrayals, that come in all shapes and sizes, weighing people down like carrying a partner with a broken ankle down a mountain you didn't want to be in on the first place.. your'e welcome.