if you happen to pass by this post…

one thing i realized about friendship is that no matter how solid you guys are, how tight, how you-and-me-against-the-world the both of you can get sometimes, when it’s time to fight, and curse, and not talk with each other, you feel like "hell it’s okay if i never ever see her again."

who cares. i can manage. i can live without you. life would still be good. i don’t frickin’ need you. blablabla….

and then after like a day or a week…it’s like, "if she says sorry first, then fine. we’re okay. but no way am i doing the first move."

and then another day or another week yet again passes…and something super incredible happens to you and your like, "oh yeah I’m really gonna tell (insert friend’s name) about this!" and then you realize, oops, we’re not okay yet. darn i hope she’d call me tonight. or i hope we’d be cool soon.

until one of you gives up, doesn’t care about what the F ever happened and you become friends again you don’t care anymore because you just missed each other so freakin much and…sigh–I can’t finish this part yet. because i’m not there yet…

whew.

anyway, if your reading this (you’re probably not), i miss you and i’m sorry. =(