introduction
Once a pro-writer wannabe, but due to some certain circumstances, I became a full-time Nursing student.
A part-time business woman who loves to cook, to read, and of course, to write.
disclaimer
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This is my emotional outlet. Read... and bear with it.
the beginning and the end of the unstarted
Tuesday, May 15, 2007 @ 2:35 AM
Calling someone "bestfriend" really a matters to me. Ever since I had that bad experience regarding bestfriends, I never really had someone that I could call my bestfriend. I have no one to call my bestfriend since Gr.5. I prefer treating my friends the same. With equality perhaps. It seems to me I have that bestfriend thing problem. Everytime there would be a person who I want to consider my bestfriend, he or she disappear, literally or figuratively. Like now. I still haven't recover from the pain I had recently. How I wish I could never see that person again! I don't think I hold some grudge but I feel I don't have any face to meet that person anymore. I don't know why. Maybe it's me who have gone wrong. Or mabe it's really the other way around. However, I still want to keep that person as my friend. I mean it if I still want to treasure our frienship, although short-lived.We shared those hard, rough times. I shared good memories with that person too. We've shared those secrets that amazed, troubled, and shocked us. It's sad that that friendship just vanished like a bubble. Amidst the pain, I'm thankful to have that person to be my friend. I never expected that we could be close, that we could be good buddies. I admit that person hurt me a lot but I'm still thankful that our path had crossed. Until now, thinking of what had happened still make me cry. If someday, that person would come to me crying, I would welcome gladly, without resentment, because that person is my bestfriend and that's what friends are for.