F*** Friendships.

I can't believe you think I am that kind of person.
For so long u have known me, is that how you think I am?!
I'm beyond beyond shattered.

It's not that I'm not hurt enough when you decided to ignore me
for no reasons whatsoever.
You have the ability to say I pick pride over friendship.

You have to go and ask one of our friends to go settle things for you.
Somehow, you convince her that I'm too proud to go talk to you,
that I should have gone up to you first to talk to you.

Well, I'm sorry I didn't know I was suppose to go talk to you
when you were the one ignoring me in the first place.

You want to talk about pride?
You have to wait for me to tell how much you hurt me,
only then you came up to me to apologise.
You apologised and then went accusing me of replacing you.

So you think I wasn't hurt when you gave me the silent treatment
for no reason whatsoever?!
So you think I wasn't hurt when I trusted you so much
yet you accuse me of picking pride over friendship?!
So you think I wasn't hurt when you pulled that shallow stunt on messenger?!
So you think I wasn't hurt when you were the one I went to
for all my problems yet you just left me standing alone?!

I thought you were my friend.
I thought we had a silent understanding.
I thought, I thought, I guess I thought wrong. ;(


I'm sorry that you'd think I would pick pride over friends.
I'm sorry you think I should go talk to you first when you were the one who ignored me in thr first place.
I'm sorry for letting you in my circle of trust and yet you to accuse me of such things.

For the shit that I've done,
for the times I've been there for you when everyone was against you,
ignoring the bad things they say about you,
yet you think I'm that kind of person.
<Thank you for being such a good friend.


I deserve much better than this.

Animal Cruelty.

What the f**k was he thinking?
An animal dying is not art!

What's next, humans?

Please sign the petition to boycott this heartless piece of ass
whom call himself *cough* an artist .
http://www.petitiononline.com/ea6gk/petition.html

To KY,

ME, KY.

Hang on girl.
I know you can be an independent woman.
Do know we are they for you every step of the way.
Be strong.
Time heal all wounds.
I know it's tough. But heck, you'll pull thru this. One step at a time.
I just know u will. ;)

Bananas Overload,
Amanda.

Partners In Crime.

Wicked friends who put smiles on my faces everytime, anytime. <3

We'd be the loudest bunch in the room. Lol.

Even it's only been less then a year being close with you guys,
you guys manage to accept me intruding in your extremely tight bond.

May we our friendship last for the years to come.

If You Could See Me Now

by Cecelia Ahern.

She began to sob, quiet whimpers at first
that soon exited her mouth as pain-filled wails
that worked their way from the depths of her heart.

She could hear her own hurt.

Each tear was a call for help that has never been answered before
and she didn't expect to be answered now.

This made her cry even more.

***

They all leave eventually isn't that right?
The sentence repeat itself like a broken record.

It kept on her like a finger prodding her chest.
Harder and harder,
first grazing the skin,
prodding and prodding
until eventually it tore right through and reached her heart.

The place where it hurt most.

They all leave eventually isn't that right?
Her mind exploded. YES! , it shouted.

yes, they all eventually leave.
Every single one of them,
every single time.

Every person that ever succeeded in
brightening her day and cheering her heart
disappeared as quickly as the cat in the night.

As though happiness were some kind of weekend treat,
like ice cream.

Taken away the light and warmth,
and replaced it with a chill and dark.

***
She sat there rocking and crying,
shivering in the breeze,
she wondered why it was that she allowed one sentence to that
had passed the lips of a girl
who had never received enough kisses of love,
never felt warm embraces,
and never herself allowed words of love
to drift over her own lips
to be the one whose thump and kick sent her falling to the ground.

***

She was tired of hugging pillows,
counting on blankets for warmth,
and relieving romantic moments only in her dreams.

She was tired of hoping that every day would hurry
so she could get on to the next.

Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day.
But it never was.

Each morning the weight on her shoulders
got heavier and heavier.

Each morning she wished for night to fall quickly
so she could return to her bed to hug her pillows
and wrap herself in the warmth of the blankets.

***