Heh, it had been a long time now. Today’s Friday the Thirteenth here in the Philippines. I never believe in curses or anything fictional like that, but there is a clue.
Faith. She used to be my friend. She used to be my best friend, USED TO. But now, she’s my nothing. Yes, nothing. She’s neither my friend nor my enemy. As I said, she’s nothing. I was regretting…she did consider ourselves best friends, we even have our code that nobody knows, but I guess she’ll tell. I wrote a note to her saying that we should stay off, never talk again. I wanted to because I know we’ll end up hurting each other’s feelings. I really treated her as my best friend, but the way I see it, she only treats me as her guidance counselor. The thing is, I never wanted to break our friendship off, but it seems to be the right way. I gave my best to be her best friend, but something tells me, I’m not worth her best friend and there’s something missing from me.I was really hurt doing that, but it feels the best. She had been the greatest person, who also made me do the note. Then she replied, it's okay to her. That was really harsh for me. So it means...She wasn't really treating me as her best friend. And I cried that time, which attracted the peace officers. They were forcing me to say it, but it hurts too much. I tried my best to fulfill the states of a friend, but it seems it's too weak. I should've realized it earlier.
Full
Name: Chel H. :P
