Enter- the Moron...
Mn... I'm terrible at cheering people up... Found some backgrounds for my friend, and sent them to 'er, hoping they'd get her temporarily get her outta her depression, mebbe make her crack a smile. Well, the potleaves worked. She said she'd put 'em on the school computers... **Chuckles.** But, then there was 'nother one. An' it reminded her of someone who hurt her. The reason she was in this unhappy state. Well, readin' her latest journal, I think I made it worse for her. Fuck.
I just wish I could help her. But, she's never been one to really talk about her problems. Not to me, anyways... Probably some shit about "not wanting to corrupt me"... **Shrug.** Mn... I kinda hope she's reading this, and tell me that she's alright... that she's talking to /someone/... maybe Jea or B'izz...
I've always admired her... Ever since I've moved here, and I met her, I wanted to be like her. Wanted to draw like her, dress like her, fight like her, act like her... well, that phase comes and goes. I'm not as... I guess "obsessed" is the only good word. I'm not as obsessed as I used to be.
But, this person who hurt her... I knew 'im. Ever since he betrayed her the first time, I haven't wanted to speak to him. Every time he IMed, I wanted to scream at him. Call him a fuck-head. Tell him how much I hated him for hurting her. But, it isn't really him I'm angry with... (**Just realized... she can see if someone's hovering by looking in the reflection in her glasses... she usually wears contacts.**) It's myself... that I'm afraid to ask her if she needs my help. Because I wouldn't know what to do. Whether I /should/ yell at him until he blocks me... I wish I knew...
On a happier note... I actually drew something worth looking at. Whoo.
I just wish I could help her. But, she's never been one to really talk about her problems. Not to me, anyways... Probably some shit about "not wanting to corrupt me"... **Shrug.** Mn... I kinda hope she's reading this, and tell me that she's alright... that she's talking to /someone/... maybe Jea or B'izz...
I've always admired her... Ever since I've moved here, and I met her, I wanted to be like her. Wanted to draw like her, dress like her, fight like her, act like her... well, that phase comes and goes. I'm not as... I guess "obsessed" is the only good word. I'm not as obsessed as I used to be.
But, this person who hurt her... I knew 'im. Ever since he betrayed her the first time, I haven't wanted to speak to him. Every time he IMed, I wanted to scream at him. Call him a fuck-head. Tell him how much I hated him for hurting her. But, it isn't really him I'm angry with... (**Just realized... she can see if someone's hovering by looking in the reflection in her glasses... she usually wears contacts.**) It's myself... that I'm afraid to ask her if she needs my help. Because I wouldn't know what to do. Whether I /should/ yell at him until he blocks me... I wish I knew...
On a happier note... I actually drew something worth looking at. Whoo.