The Tragedy

I don’t know what is wrong with her. We call ourselves ‘best friend’ but we hardly talk, although our class isn’t that far to one another. Hey! It’s just next door! Next door for damn sake. 

I didn’t feel like bitching about this, until it was the graduation night. My classmates were so busy taking pictures, having their own sweet time at the party, and where was I? Stuck in the middle of people, watching them taking pictures of them, or either taking pictures FOR them. I sounded like a total loser, FOREVER ALONE. 

And I was thinking to myself, where did my bestfriend went? I was so sick thinking about it, therefore I left the place earlier than everyone. 

The next day, I was so pissed off. I was totally bitching about her to myself, because no one would actually want to hear about it. So, I wrote a few lines in my book.

“So, I had a bestfriend, who probably [now] didn’t care about me. Puta, you’re ain’t worthy of my time…” 

Then. During recess, like as usual, bought nuggets and sausages. Went to the chili sauce corner, and she actually said SOMETHING to me. “What did you think about the singing?” She said. I just replied, “It was… awesome, yeah was singing along to it” 

WEIRD. She didn’t talk to me like in a few months, and here is she ! I would’ve said “What do you want from me” but, oh well… I hate feeling that as if friend would not care about me, but what if they do.. right? 

The thing is, she hardly calls me, she hardly talks to me, she hardly hangs with me. It’s so weird. We usually hang around, and talk for hours on the phone, and tweeted each other. But now, it’s…. nothing. I became a lonely freak who does not have a true friend, and it’s so darn sucks.

I guess, people change.