*sigh*everyday begins with a sigh.
getting out of bed everyday takes
so much effort,
it's like lifting the whole world on your shoulders.So well, i just said goodbye to my
dearest bestest best best best childhood friend,
who i havent properly spoken to in
FIVE years.
that's right,FIVE.(she just left my house, not the country or whatever)it was possible the most
awkward moment in my life with her.
I was even speaking more to her sister.
Well actually,
the three of us are pretty close.I spent what,
half my kindergarten life with them.
sleepovers, play dates, whatever.I heard my first Britney Spears song from her sister's CD
(Lucky ;D)and i got my first animal bite with them
(hamsters T.T)and i also had my first HUGE injury with them
(road + scooter + steep slope = bone-deep cuts that become permenant scars.)such joyous memories...
hmmmm...
let's talk of a
hypothetical case.
There's a girl named Alice, who has a bestfriend named Jane.One day, Alice kinds of intros Jane to her friend, Jack.Jane and Jack hit it off. Now Alice isn't jealous because she has someone else in her eye.But, she's jealous of what Jane has.The luckiest bitch on earth is her bestfriend, tragic.And everyday Alice hangs out with Jane, friends as always.But when Jack comes along, Alice feels like the third wheel and wanders off on her own.Alice's grades are slipping, while Jane's seems to either be constant, or better.All Jane can talk about is Jack, and Alice has no comments.Why should she comment, when it concerns nothing about her ?Alice wonders how long she can keep this up, how long she can take being the third wheel, how long she can stand watching her daydreams come true for her bestfriend, how long she can keep up the cheerful facade that she has built for herself, to keep her friend happy, to keep her friend from slipping into a miserable demise that has befallen her.oh what a wonderful soap opera in the making.hypothetical.i lost my chance, probably.
or,
i may not even have had a chance at all.
Wow, horrible mood swings isnt it ?
One minute, this cheerful always-smiling girl bouncing around, skipping from room to room..the next minute, a moody lonely old hag sitting by herself, contemplating the troubles of life. whooosh, hooray for the complicated mind of a teenage girl.'somedays, i'm talking to you. you seem to hear me, but you aint listening to me. distracted, un-aware, seemingly un-caring. i dont mind i guess. i try not to let it get to me. after all, you have a life, that involves another precious person. you're tried to change, but i already told you that's an impossible act. no miracle can be performed for it. it's a fact of life. i'm crazy jealous over what you have, and if i were you, i'd grab and take whatever chance comes my way. nothing comes along for me as good as you.. my life is full of daydreams and hopes, while yours is full of life-sized action figures, living out your dream. what better life is there than the perfect, carefree, happy life you have ?
