Yesterday I wrote a compostion for my French tutorial lesson called "Les Plaisirs de la Vie" that is " The plesures of Life". In it I mention the Friendship is one of the beautiful things life offers us, but today I regret it.
I never had real friends. Someone always screwed it up. Now that I had thought I had 6 true friends, i'm doubting it again. Probably I'm not destined to have true friends. All I'm capable of is ruining the good, misunderstanding things, and when I try to express myself or share my feelings, someone always has to blame me. When I keep everything to myself, I get accused of being a selfish and unsociable.
Life is Hell there is nothing to do about it.
 SamKaiba · Fri Mar 17, 2006 @ 09:16pm · 1 Comments |
