Most friends fade
Or they don't make the grade.
New one's are quickly made
And in a pinch, sure, they'll do.
But us, old friend,
What's to discuss, old friend?
Here's to us!
Who's like us?
DAMN FEW!
-Stephen Sondheim

old letters, old pictures, old memories... i miss them too.
i dont know where to start. now that she's finally willing to open up to me again, now i'm the one not budging.
dad: hey beija... who's your closest friend now in school?
me: *blink* ...i...dont know.

i know i should take the initiative. but sometimes i'm just so tired of being so damn nice.
dad: he can treat us that way because he knows its unconditional love, no matter how much your mom and i get hurt. and he can hurt you because he knows to some level you will always try to understand him and forgive him.
sometimes i wish i could just say "go to hell." too.

but there are things that just might save you from that:

crazy english reports.
writers bloc and workshops from hell and halaga, harana, huwag na huwag, inuman na, and cake.
kuya jonie denting the neighbors car.
dad and shows.
the evil starbucks.
the moon.