Why?

Why?
Almost every day of my life
As I wake up to greet the comforting blue sky,
Welcoming another day,
Another chance,
I cannot help but ask.
Why?

•••

The world is breathtaking,
It's many colors and views
Every flower from each garden,
All the animals from different crews
Each attraction from all the countries,
Priceless moments,
Unforgettable sights.

•••

People can be amazing,
They can be helpful,
Humans --
They can let you laugh in the darkest of times
They can make you smile in your deepest despairs
They will give you memories to cherish and hold onto till death
They will make you feel beautiful,
Let you love yourself.

•••

But. . .
why?

•••

Despite the rainbows,
The princesses and the nice tomorrows,
Why do they have to stop?
Why can't there be no last drop?
Why does the color have to be smeared,
With the shadows and harsh tears?
Why can we not stay,
In this continuing endless play?
Why do we need to frown,
To be sad because everything's down?
Why can't they all be nice?
Because I'm sure, our happiness would then be thrice.

•••

I have lots of questions
But I am not rich with time,
I have lots of whys,
But I'll say this one before my very last rhyme
So answer me,
Universe,
World,
Humans,
Brain
If you'd even dare or try.


•••

Here it finally is,
No more exes and os
No more arrows and bows,
Because here I finally go,
Telling you with one straight blow.
I am hurt, I am broken, I am cursed.
Everything is evil.
I know, I've said it billions of times.
You've read it from every article in each and every line
But in this case,
There is no bright side.
There is no right,
Even if you string all your might.

•••

So now you're probably wondering,
How did I say it was evil?

•••

BECAUSE IT CREATED SUNSHINES,
IT TUCK ME TO SLEEP AND SANG A LULLABY,
IT GAVE ME PARENTS AND MY BIRTHRIGHT
IT LET ME SEE THE BEAUTY, THE WONDERS,
IT LOVED ME AND I ADORED IT
IT CREATED MAGIC, JOY, AND INDESCRIBABLE FEELINGS
IT GAVE ME DIAMONDS, GOLD
MORE THAN ANYTHING I'D EVER LIKE
BUT IN THE END,
IN THE END WHAT, WHAT DID IT DO?
IT DECEIVED, IT STAINED, IT WAS NOT TRUE
IT MADE THE PAIN SO MUCH WORSE
THAN THE HAPPINESS I THOUGHT WAS NOT BLUE
IT WAS BAIT,
IT KILLS, IT BREAKS, IT FAKES,
LEAVING ME ALONE TO CONTEMPLATE
I CRY IN THE NIGHT
HOPING, WISHING, PRAYING,
THAT MY PATHETIC LITTLE BEAM OF LIGHT
WOULD ERASE MY FRIGHT
TRYING TO ASSURE MYSELF,
THAT THIS WAS NOT RIGHT.

•••

My dear happiness,
My love,
My smiles, and my dreams,
My hopes, and all my merry days
Why, why, why?
Do you laugh at my cries?

•••

A chapter from my new book on Wattpad, Just Another Tear. Please do follow me, my username's @HermioneGranger004. It would mean the world if you did. 😊

My Other Half

Sometimes,
I am nice.
I am loving, helpful, and kind
I am innocent
I adore the whole world
I love everyone
I like everything.

•••

Sometimes,
I am wicked
I accidentally release
The demons from the cage
I can despise you
Desire your death
I can be dangerous
And hope for your worst

•••

I try to stop
I try to control
Stop being the wrong
And be a friendly soul
I try to shut up
I try closing my mouth
But my words have pierced a soul
And sorry ain't enough
I try to let things become better
But I then make things worse
I try making you smile
But I end up being sad

•••

I have two faces.
Two sides, two traces
One is innocent, beautiful, and nice
The other,
Horrible, mean, and unrefined

•••

I am sorry,
Sorry for every single thing
I am a monster,
Destructive and irresponsible
I am frightened just as you
Of what my other half
Can surprisingly do

•••


A chapter from my new book on Wattpad, Just Another Tear. My username's HermioneGranger004. :) 

My Life is a Trash Can.

My life is a trash can. It always has been, but I had never had the guts to say that it is true. But yes, it very much is. 

     All my life ever since I can remember, I've poured all the hard work needed for the best results. I give my very best in everything, I make sure that everything was given enough attention, that everything has just the right need. No putting too much sugar in the coffee, no cutting the paper more than an inch, no reading too little in my math book. I follow by the rules, and mostly put even more paint to make your damned canvas look nice. I always do. 

     And yet, as you pay your bills -- give even more than what is required, the cashier, of course, will have to give you your change. You gave her twenty dollars for a price of ten dollars, and then you get only a dollar back. And when you say that it's unfair, that she should be giving the exact change, all that is to be said is THERE IS NO MORE MONEY IN THE CASH REGISTER. You, being the innocent stupid payer, obviously, will not be able to do a thing. You aren't a magician to make money appear out of thin air, are you?

     My whole life is basically like that. No matter how much I give effort into one thing, I am repaid with such little than I really should be getting. I'm really not being arrogant, greedy, or anything -- I know when what I'm doing isn't right. But to be honest, it sucks not getting the victory that you deserve. It depresses me that my life is just a trash can -- I only get the wrongs, the sufferings, the unfairness. The stabs of pain hurt even more when you see the lazy, careless ones get the trophy. The unneeded things, the excess from the perfects, are the ones given back to me. 

     I've long accepted the fact that life is unfair, and it always will be.

The Story of Trina: Part I

"Oh My God, is that Trina? She is a total wreck." a whisper far beyond.

"I heard that she haunts little kids in their nightmares and kills all the birds that come to her branches," another voice distant.

"Ugh, she disgusts me. Let's just stay clear of her, we don't want any trouble from someone like that." Great, you saved yourselves some time from a useless pice of dirt.

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     The sunlight glimmers over my branches, as another worthless day is to go by. The cool drops of night kiss the few remaining leaves still stuck on my branches. I guess that even a tree as I myself would still have some sign of respect even at a situation like this. Oh no, Farmer Ace is coming. I just hate it when he comes over to water us. I'll become healthier, and eventually live a long life. Such a wicked deal. 

    Life. A bitter, irritating word. What does life have to offer? I've learned this lesson before, and I don't need anything else to confirm it. Being a tree sucks, alright. Just look at what I have to experience every damn day. I've got to house the birds, provide the daily needs for humans, act as a sponge for floods, the list goes on forever! And we, what do we trees get back in return?! Pollution, trash, landslides! Some trees are too weak to open up their eyes and say hello to reality, but I am not.

    I don't care about the world anymore. Whatever's fed to me, I spit it out and return it. Don't you dare feed me dirt and expect me to produce glitter.

     Aside from the word, there's something else that I hate. To be honest with you, I am so annoyed at this plant who's right next to me. We're not siblings, okay. We're not. He annoys me every single day with his jingles and random hums. Whatever creature planted that gremlin, I don't know. If I hate the world, that ruthless Pete is the opposite of me. He loves everything, from the microscopic ants walking on the ground, to the chit chattering voices of the farmers in the night. Hope that kid gets knocked out by the wind one day. 

"Ooh, hello Trina! Isn't it a wonderful time for daydreaming!" Pete greets while stretching from a nap. 

"Yeah, yeah whatever kid. You're gonna learn bout the world one day. I ain't giving a thought for you right now." I reply, rolling my eyes. 

"Trina, don't be so pessimistic! You know the world's an amazing place, mom and dad always told ud that --" 

"Shut up, Pete! I don't care what your mommy and daddy tell you! I hate the world, and I have never loved it, clear?" 

"Trina --" he is cut off by a purring voice, squeaky and sassy.

"Well, well if it isn't the miserable Trina and her brother Pete," Ugh. It's Ynna and her gang of cats, here to start teasing me again. 

"I don't have no brother." I grunt, trying to keep my distance from Pete.

"Yeah, yeah deny all you want, Trina. But I'm here to tell you this. Farmer Ace is going to chop you off tomorrow. I heard him speak with his wife just last night. And I agree with him!" says Ynna. "To be honest with you, I don't think you even deserve to be planted in that spot. Some other beautiful tree, a cherry blossom or a Wisteria, could take your place and no one would care or notice. Look around you -- everything's bursting with life and color and delight." she snorts out loud, but isn't finished. "I hate to break it to you, but, look at the mirror! You, stay in a majestic place like this? You, all coated in dull color of gray, branches all astray, and leaves so few and withered? You're even denying that you've got a family! You really don't deserve this, Trina. Guess death will be an easier character in the play for you," she says, and turns her back, leaving me at a loss for words. Her tail moves slowly behind her, as she giggles along with the other cats. 

"Trina, don't listen to Ynna. We love you and --" 

"Zip that mouth of yours Pete, I don't care." I say with a quiver, as I pull back the falling tears from my eyes. Don't cry, Trina. Crying is for the weak, the desperate, the hopeless.  I close my eyes, and greet my only friend. At least the darkness was there for me when the world shut me out. When I wake up, this is just going to be another nightmare and I'll forget about it when I'm chopped off. I hope.

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     Now. . . tell me. . . is it my fault for feeling like this? For wanting to die, for wanting to disappear from this hell? I am already Cinderella's broken slipper, and no fairy godmother has the fix me. Leave me be, and you might be a big help.

Photo Creds to Pinterest, Wonderings of a Writer, and Typorama.

All photos were taken from Pinterest and Wonderings of a Writer.

Complete Stranger

      Let me start from the very beginning. Let me start from the time my eyes opened and the brightness of the hospital's ceiling lights greeted me, and I was carried in these two warm arms of a woman I now call my mom. Let me start.

     Memories are overflowing in my head like a water tank waiting to burst. Some pierce through me like a clean sharp knife, while the others are like onions that suddenly make me water up. I think that you've forgotten the past, the good and joyful before, and I'm required to bring it back. This is an open letter, not to one person, but to everyone in the world who is grieving over the death of someone who is still alive. 

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     Do you still know me? Sure, you know my name, but what enters your mind when you hear of it? Blankness, I would guess. "Yeah, she's my cousin." "Yeah, she's my neice." "Yeah, she's a relative of mine." You know my name. You know what I look like. But. . . if I were to have a time turner, and travel back through time, I know that you'd even smile. I just know it. I know that you'd even wish that I was with you. I know that you'd think of me, or recall the last time we saw each other. Call me crazy, say that I'm a know-it-all, tell me that I'm wrong. But I believe in my heart. 

     I'm going to introduce myself to you, because I need you to trust me when I say that you do not know me. My name is Athena Cat, just a pathetic little girl from your unopened memories. And as always, she's assuming and hoping for the impossible, only to fail and get hurt once again. But anyways, let's forget about that right now, shall we? It's impossible for you to remember, but believe it or not, I used to cry every time we had to stop playing because me and my family had to go home already. I may be a stranger to you now, but we used to dance on the bed and pretend that we were in a royal ball. I remember once that I brought some stickers with me, and we sticked them up on grandma's wall. I reckon it's even there until now, but currently, it's just another meaningless childhood fragment of yours. Remember when we used to go to the mall together and we'd hold each other's hands? There was also this one time when we used to create a fort or space ship with pillows, and we even pretended like there was a war and you'd try to wake me up, because I died while fighting. We used to dream about having our own tree house. You'd have the second floor, and I'd have the first. Ooh, and one time, you were trying to convince me to go in front of everyone at the restaurant and say happy birthday grandpa on the microphone with you. And I can still recall so vividly the day that I didn't want to go home, and magically, the door from the bedroom wouldn't open, thus locking us inside. We both were trying to free ourselves, but I was so happy though, because it meant more time to spend with you. We used to swim together in that tiny inflatable pool at your place. You'd always be the hider in hide and seek, and my mom would get mad whenever I wouldn't use my slippers while playing. We used to be best friends, inseparable and close. But now, all these things in the past are quite the opposite of the present. It. . . is all. . .  shattered, and nothing more than one of those old and burnt photo albums, showing the unspeakable truth of time stopping images.

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     Just a while ago, we saw each other at the family reunion. You greeted me and I gave you a hug. And by that split second hearing your voice, I couldn't stand to think that this was the same voice that I used to talk to so comfortably, without any fear or awkwardness. The event went on and on, and you were at the front, having fun with some of our other cousins whom I don't even know the names of. I stayed upstairs, trying to study for my periodical exams tomorrow. But when I finished, it was all still the same. You stayed with some other people, and you all laughed and had fun, while I stayed, spending the whole day with my phone, just hoping to be able to get back home. See how time flies? It was just like yesterday that I was begging my parents to stay a little longer because I practically wanted to live at your place. You know, if I changed our ages a little bit, and reverse the years, with the same people, same time, same place, I just know that you'd stay by my side. I used to love the company of my family, thinking that I had this group of people where I was the star, and everybody loved me, but now, I sit in a corner and desire to stay unknown. 

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     I miss you so much. I wish that time never grew old and we could stay kids forever, but you've forgotten the before, and I am now a complete stranger. It isn't impossible to bring back the past and get our old relationship to the present, but it's going to be really hard. But no matter what happens, you'll always be my cousin, and you will forever be my childhood best friend.

           

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Against All

Tears, tears, and tears

Overthinking, anxiety, stress.

Eternal darkness fills my vision

As the never ending cycle greets me

like an old friend

It's always my fault, isn't it?

And I'm always wrong

I'm the bad one.

I'm the worst.

Damage me some more, will you?

cause you can't break what's already broken!

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This is my life,

This is how things always are

How things always will be

I don't know what to feel

I don't know what to do

I don't want to eat

I don't want to go out

I don't want to go to school

I don't want to wake up

I don't want to live.

I don't believe in the "possible"

and I never really had

But I couldn't ever believe in the reality

When the unbelievable, the unlikely, the fairytale,

The unthinkable, the unspeakable, the fantasy

the fictional, the imaginary,

ALL THE WORDS FOR IMPOSSIBLE!

Actually, actually, actually,

came true.

From billions of years,

Locked in the darkness,

He came

He came like light,

Shining and glowing

In the black inside of me.

He came out of nowhere,

And made me know

What happiness truly is.

He came in like

sudden wind flying through your hair

on windy days

He came like the coolness of

your favorite chocolate ice cream

Moving through your head,

attacking you with a brain freeze

I simply failed to see that he was there,

Always, he was with me

But now, I know

And I'm not letting go.

      Photo From Pinterest

To be able to see light again

In this, horrid, horrid world

Felt so different

As though I had a rebirth

I could lift cars,

Fly over the world,

read other people's minds,

I felt invincible!

Thanks to him

      Photo From Pinterest

Who is he?

He who melted my tears away,

He who made me feel welcome,

He who made me believe,

He who opened the door when all was shut,

He who erased all the problems,

He who made me laugh,

He who listened,

He who never left me alone, 

who was always there from the very start

Who is he?

When the world is against me,

And no one else cares,

I still have him,

I still have that one person who means the world

And he is, and always will be,

My Dad.

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Back To Reality

      Just last week, semestral break ended, and as our teachers say, we are now "back in reality". I finally feel it all come back. But today, I just want to say that for some reason, I feel really really happy. It's kinda weird because if you come to think of it, my present is filled with problems. School work is starting to multiply again, graded recitations are increasing, Donald Trump won the elections, me and Scarlette's fight still isn't over, my uncle went back to America, and yet, for some tiny fact which I am eager to find out, I feel indescribably happy.

      When I got home, I was just in this giddy feeling and I listened to some new songs. I actually have a theory that this could be the cause of my very strong patronus. To be clear and so I'll never forget this revolutionary day, I listened to "All Night" by The Vamps ft. Matoma, and "Bad Things" by Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello. 

      Photo From Google Images

     Photo from Google Images

     Whenever I discover something new, I always have a theory or theories since I want to discover its real cause or what it is. For this matter, I have a theory that it's because my uncle left, and I feel happier since I mostly get annoyed at him. It could also be because of Scarlette since we don't talk and I'm a bit free, but that doesn't really make sense since I feel bad about that situation. It's a Tuesday, and we only have five subjects at school, which could also be a possible cause. But what I think is the real, and strongest reason of my happiness? Read on. 

      I kept on singing while fixing my stuff for school, and for the first time in such a humongous amount of time, I felt HAPPY. I wasn't faking it, or forcing myself to be happy. And this makes me so curious. 

      By dinner time though, I started watching some YouTube (I LOVE JANINA VELA AND BETHANY MOTA, BTW) and that was also such a great time, since YouTube is technically my solution to be happy and to laugh. I have this other theory that my sadness comes from the fact that I just do school work too much, and I think that I don't get to enjoy life very much, since it's always work work work work. I still have loads of time tomorrow to do my unfinished work, and that'll also be productive since I'll be doing something other than just watching the hands of our clock tick by. This cycle seems really healthy, and I love it. I hope my depression (I don't really have the disorder, jsyk. I just experience a lot sad stuff in life.) goes away, and I get some control over this life.

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Fighting With A Friend. . . . .

      Today is one of the moments where I am at my very saddest and let the world revolve around me, thinking of how better I could feel if I didn't exist. Why am I so depressed, you ask? It's October! Foundation Day at school! Semestral Break! It's impossible for someone to feel so blue at this time of the year.

      But I, Athena Cat, have just proven that yes, it truly is possible for normal human beings to experience this at such a happy and festive month. Before I go on to the point of all this, let me say that I rarely ever have fights with my friends. Like, ever. My first and latest fight with two of my friends happened back in 2014! I am not a type of person who to seriously fights with their friends, and to be honest, I'm a really really good friend! I'm not bragging or anything, but I always give such great advide to my squad when they're at their lowest, and I've always always got their back (THEM? NOT SO MUCH!). I'm the kind of friend who just likes having fun, goofing off, and being silly. I live life, peoplesss!

     Moving on, I feel so depressed because me and one of my closest friends have not been in good terms for a week now. We've been friends since SECOND GRADE! 😭 And I just really really want us to be great friends again, and seeing her hanging out with other people and smiling as though nothing happened makes me feel as though she's better off without me, and that she's happier right now. 😭😭😭

     Our field trip is on the 4th of this Novemeber, and after Semestral break, we'll have one regular school day, and then we'll be having the trip. In my section, my bestest friends are Emma and Scarlette, whom I have also been friends with last school year, but we're actually a lot closer now. And like everyone knows, three is a crowd! Talk about needing to pair up in school activities!

    Well, one day after practicing for our foundation day celebration, me and Scarlette sat beside each other in the classroom. Here is our horrible, horrible, horrible conversation about the field trip.

Scarlette: So, what are we going to do for the field trip? Who are you gonna sit next to? 

  (And of course, since I am a writer, I can't help but put a little description to her voice and facial expressions, so let's pretend you're reading a book now, shall we?) she says, her voice just like always, tough yet affectionate. I look with confidence but worry a little, for the fact that she doesn't know yet. . . 

Athena: Me and Emma are already buddies, 

   (Buddies means seatmates for the field trip since that's what we call it, but I don't mean buddies, like besties or friends okay) I reply blankly, trying to make it look like it's no big deal. 

Scarlette: Huh? When have you talked about it? she says with a little shake in her voice.

Athena: I can't remember, it was a long time ago. I think it was in August, when you just came home from your trip to Korea, I reply, knowing in my head that this was going to be a normal conversation, that we'd both be laughing and chatting away in an hour later. But as I wait for a reply, she repays me with dead silence. This was the loudest silence in my life, it hurt my ears and made my eyes water. 

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Athena: I didn't know that you were annoyed at Lilly when me and Emma talked about it -- I reply back with numbness and no feelings at all as she cuts me off. 

Scarlette: You two are so mean! You didn't even tell me about it! she cries out, with a little scary, painful, depressed laugh in the mixture.

Athena: But we didn't know that you were annoyed at Lilly --

Scarlette: I told you then! You knew already! she fights back, hurt and fighting. 

Athena: No, we didn't. You didn't tell --

Scarlette: But you asked her, didn't you? Scarlette asks with her depressed eyes staring deeply into mine. I remain quiet, not knowing what she meant. 

Scarlette: Didn't you???! she repeats. 

Athena: Well yeah, I did, but -- 

Scarlette: Then you did! and then that was that. I sat there, acting like nothing was wrong, but yes, I felt all mixed up inside, too many emotions stirring, all at the same time, all hitting me at once, activating my numb expression. 

*After a minute, which seemed like a year,*

Athena: Sooo, what are we gonna do? 

Scarlette: I'M THINKING ABOUT IT! she replies really loudly, letting me lean on the wall and just give her some space. I had no clue that that was the last I'd hear from her. That that little thing was the end of the whole thing. 

      Photo from Scream Poems - Facebok

      This fight happened on a Wednesday, and later that day, I told Emma all about it, and came up with a solution for the seating arrangements. But still, Scarlette blamed me, and got mad at me, BUT IS IN PERFECTLY GOOD TERMS WITH EMMA. Isn't life just a whirlwind of beauty and peace? 

Anyways, I spoke with Chezka (a close friend of Scarlette's) during our dry run and guess what just happened.

*talking about some random stuff, etc., etc.*

Chezka: Hey, I heard that you and Scarlette aren't good,

Athena: Not good? Why? What did she say? (Because as I remember, we were just having an argument! Not a big serious fight with ignoring! I do NOT like fighting, and I am not USED to fighting!) 

Chezka: She told me all about it, and even told me that she felt like crying, I stay quiet for a while, just feeling numb and at the verge of seriously wanting to abandon this planet. I then tell Chezka all about it, my opinion, and how Scarlette balmed me, and got mad at me. 

     When Saturday came, we still had practices for the foundation day but I wasn't able to go because of a family reunion. My bestest friend in the whole wild world (who I know will never treat me like how Scarlette did!), Candy, told me something that shattered my already broken self even more. (How can you break what's already broken? -_-) 

Candy: Hey Scarlette, do you know where Athena is?

Scarlette: Nahh, she probably didn't go to school since she's always lazy, 

Candy: *suddenly remembers I've got a fam thing* Oh, I remember she's got a family reunion at their house today,

Scarlette: Ugh, they always have family reunions

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     Say hello to an even more broken Athena! I LOVE THE WORLDDDDDDD! 

     First of all, this whole thing was nobody's fault between me, Emma, and Scarlette. It wasn't Scarlette's fault at all, even though she said nasty things, because I clearly know that she just felt really sad and she couldn't control her emotions. It wasn't her fault to feel those kinds of things too, since she mostly feels out of place and sometimes gets left out with me and Emma, cause me and Emma have a closer bond, since we were closer last year (Scarlette had a different group of friends back then). But at the same time, you also can't blame me because when Emma told Scarlette the solutions I came up with, she didn't reply and still continued blaming me. And I didn't even know that she actually felt all of this stuff. This is what I mean about friendships. Scarlette is kinda immature for not expressing her thoughts with us. Staying quiet and letting other people guess what you want to happen is for little kids! It's all just so childish that it annoys me for someone to be that ridiculous. 

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     My theory is that Scarlette really wanted to sit next to me in the field trip. She also asked me pretty early in August, but I wanted to sit next to Emma. When I suggested my other ideas in the past, she rejected them, and I knew that she really wanted us two to be buddies. But I guess that that's all gone now! And even with sending a super long apology message to her, she still won't do anything in real life. 

     During early October, I already asked my dad for some help on this situation, and he said that I should do what I wanted, and let Scarlette sit next to who she had to sit next to. He meant that I shouldn't follow what other people wanted, and I should listen to myself. I knew that this was great advice, but after actually seeing Scarlette's deepest side (Yes, this is the first time I've seen her act like this. Scarlette's practically Sam from iCarly, and she's really tough.) and realizing how unfair me and Emma can be to her (because as I've said, she mostly gets left out. Three is a crowd 😞), I felt the need and want to be her partner for the trip. To be honest, for a person who understands people a lot just like me, I really changed my mind with this situation. I felt like I've unlocked another human in my personality notebook. Just so you know, I'm rarely like that. 

      I keep on facing the unreal matter that I think Scarlette and I will still, somehow, find a way to repair these broken stiches. Does fighting really matter more than the joy of being friends? Would you rather give up all those smiles and laughs for what? A misunderstanding?! If Scarlette does do that, then that would mean that she was faking all the good times we used to have, since she's such a pro at forgetting it and abandoning it, because I know, and she knows, and we know that our friendship wasn't just something. It wasn't just another piece of paper with lines on it, or another pencil that could write with the same shade -- no, it was different, and when things are extraordinary, you'd be so stupid to just throw it away. These are the things that keep you going in life. This is the reason of why, despite all the depression and stress and anger, you see through the darkness -- and then, and only then will you discover true beauty.

     Whatever happens, I just hope that the Scarlette situation gets fixed, since I love her so much, I love my friends all so much, and I hate fighting. I just want everything to go back as it used to be. I know that nothing's impossible with God, so I ask for his guidance and help. 

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