Pricked.

I have never been this confused so far in my fifteen years of life. And boys aren't even involved in my life yet.


How I wish life comes with an instruction booklet. 

Why is blaming ourselves part of our nature? Can't we analyze the situation carefully, THEN conclude whose fault all these are? Can't we just talk it all out and settle this? Cos really I'm tired of being pushed around by your dramatic sentences and texts. 

I'm not even a 100% sure why you aren't talking to me on the first place. Sure I've changed. I know that. But people change. And if our friendship is that special to you as you have claimed it to be, you wouldn't let those changes affect it. 

And how is not talking still makes us friends? And is it really for the best? 

Just stop all your ridiculous shenanigans and take the bull by its horns.

Surely it isn't too much to ask. 

Urge.

It's been awhile. Oh what to do. I've longed to post stuff though. I'm just not sure what kinda stuff. 

You know that feeling when you just wanna scream at a person? Shout all your bothering thoughts about her? Well lately, I've been having those urges. Unfortunately I just don't have the heart to do so. I don't even know why. Usually I would just hurl things at them. But now it seems risky. Which is funny since I've got nothing to lose anymore. 

Maybe that's a lie, maybe it isn't. Words aren't always exact when it comes to emotions. Maybe I think it's because I thought I lost everything and failed to see what I have now. You know what they say, you won't know what you have until you lose it.

Well, I lost it. 

Ok. I know that's a tad too short but hey. Life's short. Ain't nothing we have to do cos of it.