Sunday, April 30, 2006 WHY???
WHY???
Seriously, can someone please smack me.
I don't understand why! (Almost)Everyone's down with depression again!
Okay, I was down with depression too, I know! Nat helped me and thank you. But the problem is, Nat himself is depressed. Nat. If you're not lying, please don't cut yourself anymore.
But if you are lying, I'm sorry to say that I'm too stupid.
You say you need one true friend. And a newton of care. I'm considering myself as one. I mean, yes, you do have a lot of friends, more than me. But Nat, what you must know is that your friends are true to you!
I don't know if you're lying but few days ago, during lunch break, you said Preacher Willy arm wrestled with you right?
I think that he did that delibrately.
Because I told him that you told me over MSN that you cut yourself. And all.
If I find out that you're lying to me, I want you to scram out of my life. I love you(as a friend) and you've lied to me many many times. I've forgiven you all the times and when you denied lying, I believed you though most possibly you're still lying.
If you lie to me about this kind of thing.
I'm not gonna be your friend anymore.
Yeah/ Right. So what's the big deal!
It is a big deal to me. I hate liars. Sure, no one is perfect. But Nat. You know what a friend is?
According to the dictionary, a friend is:

  • A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
  • A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
  • One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement

    That's true, I know.
    In my dictionary, all these are included but there is one more thing.
    To me, a friend is:
  • A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
    I hope you're that kind of person.
    I thank you for curing my depression,
    I wanna help you. I am helping you.
    Nat, I know you're not going to "escape" to US. Firstly, you don't have the money. Secondly, some kind of "missing" case will happen if you do and it'll be on the TV, and you'll be found in US.
    It's a lie.
    But I forgive you.

    When I accused you that you were lying, you said I was just like "the others".
    I felt like crying.
    I'm your friend.
    I hope you'll believe me, Nat.
    8:46 pm

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