Dear Friend,
Well in the first place, do you even see me as a friend?
Perfect, if the present you, answers me, well then I don't need a friend. Like you.
Half of the time, I felt contented and belonged, while the other half, I felt really outcast. Invisible. Its a horrid feeling to say.
I'm not pampering on myself, and if I have, I'm trying not to. I'm trying to pull myself through to not be so dependent. But the camaradie between us was far too bold. Its like the river and its bank. Impossible to be detached.
Eventhoughwe had everything through together, it was only within a timeline of bliss, but not the roughs one. You neglected me, like the way I used to felt. The feeling of *sigh*, being indifferent.
Perhaps, everything meant to flow this way.

Dear you-know-who,
You know, maybe everyone-he,she,they-were right. About you.
I don't know. Afterall, I find it pointless. Really pointless. Cause first, I can't, and you won't.
Perhaps, you're still the second, but still, from the present view, you're forever the first.
Saying won't do anything to help in this estrange. Okay, I totally won't content-ed him in my entry anymore. I try. I try. Oh maybe, I will. But. Can. I?
Unless, everyone shuts up.

Its approachign evening, and I had to stop delaying on my notebook. Orelse.
P.S. my velleity: find a soul who could unravel this too-long-had-been-assert heart♥