Tuesday, October 31, 2006
♥ 9:29 PM
Harlowz everyone. Dum dee dum dum. Friends are all going wrong again and I don't know what to do larh. Gandalf is mad at me cause I wrote some letter to her and told her to lay off HIM and she asked why she should cause I always said mean things about HER HIM and I said it's just retaliation. Elisa understood and got the point and blah and shes still really nice and stuff but gandalf hasn't talked to me since. Shao Wei is completely oblivious and blur about what's going on. Anyway, this is just what I'm going to say to her, regardless of whether she reads it or not.
I wrote you a poem, even though I did not say it was for you but you still did not realise what I meant and now I doubt that you even read it. I've said I was sorry and that I wanted you back and you threw it in my face. You refuse to talk to me unless it's absolutely necessary so how do you expect me to be able to explain anything in a matter of a few minutes? What on earth do you want me to do? Throw myself at your feet and beg to be forgiven? Because you know I'm not going to do that. If our friendship was going to turn out like this, then why did you even bother in the first place? For someone to talk to? For someone to follow you to the toilet while you cried over results? For what? I didn't understand and I still don't but I disillusioned myself to think that it was because we treasured our friendship. I never would have insulted him if your hadn't insulted him first. It's called retaliation. Frankly, I don't know how you're going to react to this but I doubt that you'll even read it in the first place. I don't doubt that we may never speak again. Right now, I don't care how'll you'll take this but I know I will tomorrow. Thank you for showing me who my true friends are, even if they weren't involved in this in the first place. I'm sorry if I caused you to hurt, even though if you told me it was my fault, I still wouldn't believe you, I'm still sorry. This isn't a cry for help, just some things that I need to say.Yep, feel much better after getting that off my chest. Cya!
Determinescence.
