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I'm quite sure you do blame me, especially me because I was always close to you. Call me villainous, two-faced, whatever. You can honestly pick any adjective you want. I know there's a lot of vocab in that brain. More than I probably care to list.
Sometimes I can't help but think that you, being as smart as you are, must know that I wouldn't avoid you without a good reason. You must know that you have to provoke for me to be hostile. Surely you know both of us well enough to know that we're not the type who'd just turn around and bitch about a friend for no reason. You should know. And if you don't, well... that's too bad isn't it?
Since CNY break you've been annoying the fuck out of me. No, not cause you're doing really well, but because you've been lying about it. Don't demonize me. I actually want my friends to do well. What I can't stand is when they lie about it. Worrying before a test or exam is fine. Yes, even for people like you cause it's natural, but to have done an exam and then say you'll fail and later get a 6 for it, or even worse, to say you're not sure if you did well for your oral when your teacher told you that you did makes me raise some questions as well as an eyebrow.
I've never disliked you. In fact I loved you lots and lots, but you're not you anymore. You've become one of them. A fibbus - biologically speaking.
However, I don't know why I've been getting annoyed even when we don't say much. I guess it's just the way you look up at me [not like you have much choice] almost expecting. Maybe it's cause I don't know what it is you want from me. Maybe it's my conscience getting the better of me. I don't know. I guess I never will.
I do wish I could make it all better somehow. I really do. But it's not me. It's you. Ok, maybe a bit of me, but mainly you. I want to see the old you back. I miss her.
And sometimes I wish that you could read this because I'm too tired to explain. Too tired to fix anything.
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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
5:05 PM, Monday, February 20, 2006
I don't know what's really going on between us. I guess all I can say is that I feel sad. Sad, maybe because we used to be such good friends and now we're avoiding each other, sad because conversation is so awkward.I'm quite sure you do blame me, especially me because I was always close to you. Call me villainous, two-faced, whatever. You can honestly pick any adjective you want. I know there's a lot of vocab in that brain. More than I probably care to list.
Sometimes I can't help but think that you, being as smart as you are, must know that I wouldn't avoid you without a good reason. You must know that you have to provoke for me to be hostile. Surely you know both of us well enough to know that we're not the type who'd just turn around and bitch about a friend for no reason. You should know. And if you don't, well... that's too bad isn't it?
Since CNY break you've been annoying the fuck out of me. No, not cause you're doing really well, but because you've been lying about it. Don't demonize me. I actually want my friends to do well. What I can't stand is when they lie about it. Worrying before a test or exam is fine. Yes, even for people like you cause it's natural, but to have done an exam and then say you'll fail and later get a 6 for it, or even worse, to say you're not sure if you did well for your oral when your teacher told you that you did makes me raise some questions as well as an eyebrow.
I've never disliked you. In fact I loved you lots and lots, but you're not you anymore. You've become one of them. A fibbus - biologically speaking.
However, I don't know why I've been getting annoyed even when we don't say much. I guess it's just the way you look up at me [not like you have much choice] almost expecting. Maybe it's cause I don't know what it is you want from me. Maybe it's my conscience getting the better of me. I don't know. I guess I never will.
I do wish I could make it all better somehow. I really do. But it's not me. It's you. Ok, maybe a bit of me, but mainly you. I want to see the old you back. I miss her.
And sometimes I wish that you could read this because I'm too tired to explain. Too tired to fix anything.
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