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Lost days, pictures fade.
Blossom Into Something Not-So Beautiful
Friday, August 20, 2010

Contemplating whether I should blog this or not, but I'm mad at chu, so here goes.

What happened to being able to tell you everything in full satisfying details? Now it's all just an overview, or keeping the dilemma short. Must I be the one to notice that we've changed. Unlike on television where besties tell each other everything, including things related to their boyfriends. I feel like you hide that "separate life" from me. I know you'd like to keep your moments between the two of you though... I can only feel we're like sisters when I. ASK. YOU. if I can come over. When was the last time you came here? hahaha. I'm just hurt so easily over friendships, and losing people. I don't feel very ;loved, I've become so sensitive. You really are a different person. I know you always tell me I'm strong, but I'm fucking noob on the inside. Thoughts like these occasionally rule my mind. Don't blame yourself please, I should suck it up. If you opened up to me more, or assured me somehow that I'm as close as a sister to you like we used to be, I wouldn't be writing this.You talk to me like you talk to everybody else. I know you're friendly, ahah. I wouldn't say I have a best friend now, I just have a group of close friends.Fine drop strings, it's your decision, but I feel so bad about it, so really, don't take this like I'm forcing you to take it. Really unlikely we'll have a class together now. Sigh... Change is inevitable, I just wish this wouldn't make me feel like shit.