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.