Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Stop.

Why are there so many depressing blogs? They talk of sadness and broken dreams. Shouldn't someone have a band-aid or something to help them get back to where they were before?
I know I'm not the best person I know but I try to be the best I can be
Let me tell you a story. Its a old story but one that matters alot to me.
Two girls were best friends at one point but then one girl (lets call her girl A) went on exchange overseas for three months. Three months yeah no problem I can do this Girl A thought. Three months came and went, with girl A enjoying herself so much she never wanted to leave. Rumours flying around back home didnt make it seem worth the struggle to work her way back into the Australian life. To her imense stupidness, she didnt keep in contact with Girl B, only one of her childhood friends who meant the world to her. When Girl A returned home, no one had remembered she was back. Not one person. Girl A was cut, thinking that they had moved on and hated her cos she didnt keep in contact. Three months didnt seem like a big deal to her and there wasnt any need to email everyone constantly because she wanted to experience everything she could to the fullest.
Girl B had moved on and another girl moved into the spot she once had. Girl B was no longer Girl A's best friend. They claimed to be good friends still but they still faded and faded until they may as well have been on two different countries. Girl A didn't trust B anymore.
In the end it works out because Girl A will leave Girl B and the rest of the friends behind and go somewhere else. With her long-time friend. The one who was always there for her. Everyone is happy.

There is no meaning to be taken from it. It happened and whats done is done but Girl B means a hell of a lot to me even if it doesn't seem like it.
I've moved on.
I'm over it all.
I wish you the best.
I don't mean to make anyone mad or upset at me. I am simply expressing a point of view.

Life is a game and isn't fair. I break the rules so I don't care. I keep
doing my own thing, walking tall in the rain.

I really don't want to write about my life anymore.

Good night.

xXoO Anna
Keep it safe, keep it real.

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