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© * étoile filante
inspiration/colours: mintyapple
icons: cablelines
reference: x / x
title: Forget it, I mean it.
date: Sunday, February 13, 2011
time: 3:33 AM
So, this year's Chinese New Year is halfway through. Seems like a rather quiet CNY, anyway, I won quite abit in gambling, so I guess it's alright already.

Have been drawing recently, painting too. From paper to canvas to on the wall. Yeap...

The relationship between some of your friends and you, it's best sometimes it just stays that way. If not things get too good it hurt both parties. All these years, since the day I know the word called, 'friend'. I so want myself a true, best friend. One who would stand with you against all odds, share the fun things this world have to give. But after living in this world for 16 years, yeah, I made lots of friends and even treated some of them as the best.

I treated them as the best, but they don't.

It's kinda disappointing isn't it? Are all the people in the world like this? My concerns to get all of us together, my plan to let us create good memories? Can't you all feel it? I've did alot, didn't you all recognize it? How I wish I have a best friend, who care and concern, who share everything with me regardless of bad and good. Not cherishing it?

I do.

Friends.. What are they really? Some talk behind you just to get in the topic, some don't even care whether you're alive of not. Not to even talk about best friend.

Ah, seriously, to hell with it.


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