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Can we be a little serious now?

I don't get it. I have friends who think I am neglecting and forgetting them? Just because I have been hanging out with my good friend from SCHOOL and her BROTHER and COUSIN and making some new friends along the way. haih... sorry. Really, I'm just sorry.

Maybe I did get caught up on hanging out with them for the past few weeks. But it's only because we had lots of things happening in succession with each other. It all started with the Twilight thing anyways. But to say that about my schoolmate is not true at all. We have been hanging out from time to time. Just not as often as this past 2 months.

I didn't know that I can't have fun with others. I thought we understood that. That eventhough we don't see each other so often that we'd still remain good friends. That you're free to go on with your life and I am free to go on with mine. Pick up where we left off as if no time has passed whenever we do meet up. Be spontaneous. I don't complain when you only see your mates eventhough I also know some of them. I don't complain when you have new friends and new activities that you go for. I am happy for you. I just hope you would be happy for me without making me feel like such a jerk.

The last thing I want is to lose the friendship that we have over a silly thing like this. I have plenty of room in my heart for friendships. Yours would always be dear to me. Please, please, please. I don't want to lose you over this. It hardly seems worth it.



dieselfire said…
OMG! How silly of people. I meet up with my best friends like once every 3 or 4 months and that does not mean we neglect each other - We just have different schedules now.

Please, these so-called friends who say that you're neglecting them are being silly and IMHO are attention whores. Let them dwell in their own immaturity. You do not need hangers on like these who'll just sap you of your positive energy.

Real friends understand.
Shugabelle said…
Thanks babe. I just felt like crap. As if I haven't enough things going on in my plate, I also have to worry about this. I mean maybe I'm imagining it but I have a strong feeling I'm not. And my friends really did feel this way, well this post is to tell them they don't have to.

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