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people
Saturday, October 31, 2009, 3:34 AM
i just suddenly have this random thoughts while i was at work this morning.
it's a pretty sad and depressing story that when one used to be so close with someone, say a girlfriend pours out everything to her boyfriend every single day.
&& suddenly after all the obstacles they've been through, one tiny weird glitch and he ends it.
the next day, both of them pretend like they have no clue about the existence of each other at all.
.
or say best friends, just because one steals a boyfriend of the other friend, everything went wrong and all those moments they had since a small kid were erased immediately.
because of a stupid boy.
.
these situations usually make us open our eyes and distinguish the real people who would stay by your side no matter what.
.
well yeah we should be thanful god made us open our eyes.
but it is so hurtful and heartbraking that the people you love and depend on SOOO much,
is just a stranger the next day.
.
i don't know why people have to turn out this way.
don't we ever think about those good times?
and that if there were good times, then ofcourse they can retrieve it back by working things out.
it's all about thinking about the other party that makes you want to not lose each other.
comprimising, love.
why must it be so torturous for us girls.