I love our friendship.

I call this friendship. But this happens all the times.

We were best friends since my secondary school life.

Now, we like partly strangers.

I planned something and ruined it by someone just because of a small little fucking shit. Maybe it’s Karma, or it’s just the way things are. Seriously, everything changes after all this shit.

It’s not that I am sensitive. I have a heart that cares for peoples around me. A year ago, everyone was good. Almost every single aspect in my life was great. Until people started changing, they moved away from me. They have their new love, spouse.

I don’t like to solo, as usual. I’m still here, still me. I miss you friends.

Bye eighteen, Hi nineteen.

The year 2012 promises to be wonderful yet unforgettable, I love my March.