creation.

and it all comes back
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
at 11:24 PM;

I'm tired.

I'm tired of pretending to be strong.

I'm tired of being treated more and more like a patient, and less and less like a friend.

I don't really care if you're trying to cheer me up or not. It's not about whether you make me happier in the end. It's about why you're trying to do so. I don't want people giving me fake warm words and smiles, only to find that they're just doing so because it's, oh, apparently their duty. That's really poor. How different are you from a Pharisee, anyway?

And you. After so long, you suddenly decide my friendship's not worth losing and try to pick up the pieces. But, it seems, there's not much to pick up. What happened? Have you really gone and taken that left turn? I don't know. Somehow, I don't want to say it, because that would be admitting that it has happened, but you've just let slip everything. Everything we ever laughed, and loved, and cried about. No compromise, I remember us saying. Never.

Well, seems people do change, after all.

I miss the times when people hadn't yet decided that I wasn't quite worth all that much to them.

I'm afraid. I don't want to fail any more.

~~And, yet, somehow, I find myself falling in love~~

the rest is silence;