An Observer This Time
All this time I've been having my own affairs. I'm always one of the characters.
Today, I was given the chance--though it is definitely not a good watch--to be one of the observers; the spectators. Because, today, two of my friends had a conflict.
I'm still not sure how it happened, but I fully realized that something was wrong when I read their tweets. I feel worried. Really worried. I don't know why.
Maybe because I once or twice--or even thrice experienced having to read those painful words from a friend. And believe me, when your friend--no matter how uncomfortable you are around her; no matter how you hate her--says that she regrets meeting you; says that she hates you, it would still be very painful.
I myself--even though I'm not really part of the fight this time--feels worried and hurt because of their tweets.
I wish they would make up soon.
Today, I was given the chance--though it is definitely not a good watch--to be one of the observers; the spectators. Because, today, two of my friends had a conflict.
I'm still not sure how it happened, but I fully realized that something was wrong when I read their tweets. I feel worried. Really worried. I don't know why.
Maybe because I once or twice--or even thrice experienced having to read those painful words from a friend. And believe me, when your friend--no matter how uncomfortable you are around her; no matter how you hate her--says that she regrets meeting you; says that she hates you, it would still be very painful.
I myself--even though I'm not really part of the fight this time--feels worried and hurt because of their tweets.
I wish they would make up soon.