Thursday, March 25, 2010
♥ misunderstandings = crap
I know you won't be able to read this because you probably don't care about me anymore. But I will write about "it" anyway.
It was all a misunderstanding. I DID NOT choose him over you. I was prepared to go with you, but circumstances did not allow me to.
When you invited me to that Halloween party last last year, I was really happy and excited because we were apart for a very long time. I prepared my stuff because I knew that I would be sleeping in your house after the party.
When we were in TriNoma, I already told him that I'm going with you. He understood. Then we met at Powerbooks. We decided to part ways for a while because you had to buy something. I thought it would take you a long time to buy whatever you needed to buy, so I asked him if we could play in Timezone for a while.
I made sure that my ringtone is set to the loudest volume. But apparently, it was much louder in Timezone.
I did not notice my phone ringing nor the time flying fast. When I checked my phone, it was already too late because one of your text messages read that you had already gone to the party, wherever that was. I did not know how to get there. I felt so guilty and useless. My heart was beating crazily. My lungs wanted to explode. My knees became weak. I sat down. I cried.
There.
I could not blame you for not telling me that you're mad at me. I regret ruining our friendship. But it's better this way. You don't deserve to have a stupid, insensitive friend like me. I understand it now. I'm happy that you have waaaaaaaay better friends, those who you can call your true friends. Thank you for.. Uhhh.. I don't know.. Thanks for the memories.
It was all a misunderstanding. I DID NOT choose him over you. I was prepared to go with you, but circumstances did not allow me to.
When you invited me to that Halloween party last last year, I was really happy and excited because we were apart for a very long time. I prepared my stuff because I knew that I would be sleeping in your house after the party.
When we were in TriNoma, I already told him that I'm going with you. He understood. Then we met at Powerbooks. We decided to part ways for a while because you had to buy something. I thought it would take you a long time to buy whatever you needed to buy, so I asked him if we could play in Timezone for a while.
I made sure that my ringtone is set to the loudest volume. But apparently, it was much louder in Timezone.
I did not notice my phone ringing nor the time flying fast. When I checked my phone, it was already too late because one of your text messages read that you had already gone to the party, wherever that was. I did not know how to get there. I felt so guilty and useless. My heart was beating crazily. My lungs wanted to explode. My knees became weak. I sat down. I cried.
There.
I could not blame you for not telling me that you're mad at me. I regret ruining our friendship. But it's better this way. You don't deserve to have a stupid, insensitive friend like me. I understand it now. I'm happy that you have waaaaaaaay better friends, those who you can call your true friends. Thank you for.. Uhhh.. I don't know.. Thanks for the memories.
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