Wednesday - March 26, 2008
Star Robber
01:09:24 :: 
OK. She’s a nice person, she’s my friend and she cares for me. But it doesn’t mean that I enjoy every minute I talk to her. She’s the master of spirit and hope breaking. She’s so talented in that. An expert, I can say.
But she’s forgetful. She forgets that people betray her and lie to her, too. I am not the only person she knows that has a tendency to trust, to get lied, to get cheated, and to betrayed. Because the closest person to her has been lied, cheated and betrayed much more worse than me.
And the person is her.
I really have no idea how to shut her mouth up when she breaks my spirit and hopes into pieces again since she means well. I wish I could say, “Fuck off!” to her, or mildly, “Mind your own business.” But I can’t.
Some people were born to be the sunshine, some others were born to tear the sky down, and to rob the stars away.
And I was born to be the second category’s friend.
