Yippee...summer. W00t. Almost here...sigh.
Sorry, not exactly feeling like my sarcastic self. Reason being is this...Saturday, I called my friend since she had called earlier but I wasn't there. I started being me (of course) but...I stopped when she poured all this depressing stuff all over me.
I...just felt kinda guilty. Cause one, a lot of it sounded like me, though less supressed. And the other...she had said that many of her friends had stopped talking to her for some odd reason. That made me think back to the time where I was talking to another friend, just recently after the first broke up with me. I was still upset, anyone would be. She...well, she started saying stuff on how she didn't know her anymore and she was just lying and crap.
Oddly enough I believed her. Heh...and here I am, telling that same girl the "aishiteru" word.
Call me a wimp, sissy, or whatever, I cried my a** off after that call. Not because of guilt, but because I didn't know my own feelings anymore.
That's what scared me the most.
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The gods are just. No doubt. But their code of law is dictated, in the last resort, by the people who organize society; Providence takes its cue from men.
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