I've been wondering about something, lately. Isn't it interesting that, in my case, whenever a friendship reaches a peak - the person stops calling me. And then she leaves me waiting.

And when she sends me a message after all those months - she, how very unusual, wants something from me. Like, dunno, my exam is getting near so I would very much like your help on the subject.

What am I, a friend in need? A so-called-friend ONLY in need? Come on people, I'm not anyone's nanny. Why can't they just call me to wonder how my day was, to go and acutally have a cup of coffee once in a while without me asking for it!!!!?

I'm not usually that way but why can't they accept me for who I am? Why can't I be childish if I feel like it? Why can't I publish poetry books if I want to? Who's stopping me, I'd like to know.

I'm not going to lose myself on anyone's account, I can guarantee you that. But life without true friendship for me seems unbearable.

See you soon.