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A letter just for you

Dear my friend,

I thought that you were my friend – apparently I was wrong.

It is really annoying when someone ignored you and pretended that you don’t exist. I would only do that when that particular person is super annoying that I can no longer stand and talk to.

And you treat me exactly like this.

I thought we were friends, because friends wouldn’t do this. Friends would talk things and try to find the way out, but apparently I was wrong.

Does friendship exist? Because it seems that I started to lose some so-called friends lately.

Ah well, friend. I thought you were my real friend, but apparently I was such a fool. These 8 years definitely mean nothing to you, rite?

I guess the only thing that still exists now is a friend with benefit: when someone, whom you call a ‘friend’ is no longer beneficial for you, when that ‘friend’ is no longer your partner in crime, no longer share the same principles or belief, no longer ‘the friend that you used to know’, then you kick him or her out.

Okay, friend, so long.

From now on I have to accept the reality that you actually are not my friend anymore.

Farewell.

Nia

Comments

a.k.a. Nez said…
adjuuuh, kenapa toh buk kok depressed banget postingnya... sabar2. kapan ke Amsterdam lagi? nDe Jaren yuk, sama Elvin juga, lama tak bersua dirimu ;)
Oma Nia said…
AYOOOOOOOOO!!! ini bukan depressed, ini melo. hihihi XD mengexplore sisi sisi gelapku, nes. ayo, agustus kamu ga kmn2?
eddytj said…
semoga ini bukan surat untukku.

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