Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Friends... Friends? ♥ 5:51 AM
It seems like I don't know them anymore, yet I really do. After being separated this senior year, our group didn't really fade away, yet sometimes I'm just not interested in anything anymore. But you know what's really complicated? It's that even if I say I don't care, I do and even if I say I do, sometimes I just don't. OK, don't kill me if I gave you headache, let's just look at the positive side of things, both of us now have a headache. Happy people.
She's a cry baby, she really is. She cries every single day, for as far as I remember that girl won't stop crying, she must drink a lot of water. She can cry barells of tears for such a stupid reason, like when she said she got a low grade when it was actually high. Her classmates seems to have given up on her, since the last time she cried, which was today, nobody crowded her anymore. It could either be so she could breathe properly or maybe they just got tired of seeing her cry. it's stupid, yet it's pretty normal.
She's a lunatic, she really is. She sings alone in the streets and laugh for no reason. Yet, I think she got most of that from me. I'm insane but now she seems to have started the crazy people trend, I mean she's really insane, no joke. Since now I'm often together with her, because we're classmates, sometimes I feel like our personalities are already alike. No, no, no, I'm different but she's just indifferent. o_O Yet it's still abnormally normal.
She's noisy, she's too proud, I hate it. She keeps on saying bad things about me, yet she keeps on praising me. I don't get it. She's a spoiled brat! Everytime I'm supposed to scream at her, she suddenly becomes nice, talk about instant transformation. Yet, she's like that, it can't easily be changed.
She's her assistant, but I see her more of the cry baby's servant. Whenever her master cries she's the one that fixes her bag, carries her bag, practically do everything. I'm glad my underdog days are over, but now that it is, they just realized that I look like a dog, I DON'T LOOK LIKE A DOG! Anyway, It's obvious that the so-called boss had already stepped down and became the so-called maid. How sad.
She's, um, weird? ok, maybe not so. But she's obsess with killing, erm, curing people. How could she love blood, needles, operations and brains. o_O I'm scared of that! But then again, she'll probably be a proffesional doctor in the future. The girl has talent in that field.
So this "Shes" are my friends, group of friends, it may seem like I have a lot of things against them but that's what I like about them, I think. Friends accept friends for whoever they are, I accept them, even if they are sometimes annoying. I'm still here for them because if it wasn't for them I would be who I am today, ok maybe they are not the whole reason but atleast they are part of it. 3 Comments
Wishing on a star .
To those stars above the clouds.
I will promise, that I won't give up.
As long as someone listens to my story.
I'm happier than anyone else.