there's sure to come a point in life when you feel so hopeless, depressed, suicidal
it's only the people who understand you or even bother to look into who you really are who make the significant difference needed for you to get up and carry on.

sometimes i wonder if you miss the days i do, for instance, in june 09. it only after then that i began to see sense. the most 3 memorable days of our lives. or was it just mine?

i would tell you in your face, since you don't get any hints, that you're just inconsiderate, that you don't care, that you don't try and instead discourage me whenever I try. This isn't fair. Then you'd tell me the world isn't fair.

Why does it have to be like this? you know, i thought we thought the same wacky weird ideas. those no one else would think of. haven't you realised how important it is to maintain the bond? i try, really. i try so hard. but all you ever do is turn me down. don't you see it kills me to hear you say no? you don't think about what you say, and you really don't care what comes out. how could you even consider giving the solution of we-could-always-meet-after school? i thought you knew i never had a free day after hours. i thought you knew how much i treasure our friendship. i thought you'd feel the same way i do. i thought you'd be understanding. i thought you'd make the slightest effort. i thought you'd sacrifice just a minute of your time to make this work. and i thought you were my friend