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Friday, August 15, 2008
Drama People
Some people I know could be enrolled in Tisch acting school on full merit scholarship. I find that life is a canvas, and I need to paint them colorful. A little drama is good. Too much is just a mess.

Sometimes I wonder, what's the use of friends, when you can't speak your mind to them. When you don't need their friendship. When you don't want their company? When you are not interested in what they have to say. When you don't want to be included in their lives? When you want to keep things to yourself?

Friends consolidate your beings. So, really, isn't it taking for granted when you only require friends to tell that you're exist, but you do nothing to help them to fill the requirements?

If you're that desperate to be alone, nothing stops you. Why are you still calling my name?

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