The fame status is something that every homosapiens (human) aspire to achieve. If you’re like “Nah, I don’t want to be famous,” then you’re a liar because I know that when you scroll through your Instagram photos with little likes you’d be like “Why am I not getting likes?” And also, I’m not denying that being famous is also something I would like to achieve.

It’s actually funny what being famous could do. Imagine that you’re famous right now. And your friends aren’t. I bet they’d be proud that you know them and they know you. What’s also funny is that even the person who used to hate  you the most will also be proud and they’ll be like “I KNOW THAT GUY!! HE USED TO BE MY CLASSMATE!” and clearly he/she won’t mention that he/she used to despise you.

So yeah, being famous could make your friends like you because you have the power to make him/her famous too.

But being famous isn’t all rainbows and sunshine. You will be locked down in your own life. Everywhere you go, everything you do, people will know. Your flaws will be magnified. There will be rumours about you. And for example, if you slipped and tripped on the floor in public, people will be like taking pictures and stuff. And.. you, aren’t actually you.

Let me tell you why I actually want to be famous. I want to prove them wrong. Wrong for ignoring me. When you get famous, that’s when all your friends come chasing you. They want to be known as the person who used to be your ‘friend’ but in reality, they used to isolate you in school. I want a community who adores me. Loves me. Supports me.

But, knowing the consequences of being famous, would I still chase fame?



In my opinion, memories and friendship are fragments. Every second, every minute, every breath you take are fragments. These fragments creates stories when conjoined.

That only make sense for memories. What about friendship? How does it relate to these ‘fragments’?

Imagine that your heart is hollow. (Literally, you’d die but this is the heart that symbolises the place of emotion.) Everyone, you meet, make acquaintance with are giving you fragments to fill up your heart.

Think of it as this: everytime you hurt someone, their fragment will shatter from your heart. Your heart will be incomplete. In real life, a heart with holes will put your life in danger.

Relate it to the the heart created by fragments.

The friends you have are important. Try to never break or end a friendship. You’ll hurt them. And they’ll also hurt you.