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Thursday, December 11, 2008
; 1:53 PM

friendships arent as easy as writing a song, or a poem. it's not as textbook as maths neither is it predictable. i believe friendships takes alot of effort, trust, sometimes pain, forgiveness, other times a little quarrel so that it can sustain. friendship is about doing your part as a friend, and not expecting anything in return. it doesnt matter if the other party doesnt do the same to you, as long as you do your part, you are already a good friend. nothing can and will change that.



i believe i was there, most of the times. i believe i did help. i believe i was already a friend to you. i believe i already did my part. the times you made a mistake, nobody else did say anything, but i came and i corrected it. just so that people will like you, wasnt even for me. everytime you were down, i was the first few to know and help. you want me to train you, with open arms i did.



and then one day, you thought i made a mistake. you thought i made a mistake, a mistake that couldnt be overturned. that day you broke a friendship because those pixels mean more than a friendship. that day, you took away a dream... just because i made a mistake that i did not commit. just one mistake. you've hurt me, because of this small mistake and the past meant nothing at all.



and today, here i am. i'm stripping off my ego to say it, and i'm not going to act like this meant nothing at all, because it meant and still means the world to me. it hurts to lose friends. if you think my one mistake was unforgivable and if you choose to end it this way, then thats the way i will present it to you. but just know one thing, something i always say. "what could mean nothing to you, could mean the world to the other person"



life's like that, we move on. i love you wnf. you're all that i'm left with


the dysphoric rocker.

jan.
eighteen.

fuck me up and i'll fuck you up. i don't live for you, nor you for me. i don't care what you think, your opinion of me won't change me one bit. i've had enough of those.

sex drugs rock n' roll is the way i live my life

euphoria.



psychedelia.
listen to paradise.