So now it's the final part of the story. I hope it's the last part.
I talked about the surprise cake surprise, the one about the missing pencil case..

Now it's time to talk about my other friend. She's one of the first friends I made in my new school. I've only known her for a few weeks, but she's a nice person. Friendly and maybe...caring? Lol don't know yet. But I hope she is. Coz I like her XP

She has this habit of saying 'awww~' in this cute (but sometimes annoying:P) way. Just thinking about it is making me smile. I guess that's what makes her so special. She's always so cheerful. Always smiling. It does get old though. All that 'awww-ing'. Hehe gets somewhat annoying actually. But in a good way. Can annoying be a good thing?

Anyway, as usual I'm getting sidetracked. Again. Every time I'm trying to explain things or tell a story, I'm always distracted. I'm always talking about something so not related to the topic in hand. Just to show how much I like to talk, or in this case, write. Even now.

So about this friend. She was so happy before. Then, it happened. i really don't know who or why. I still don't know why but someone made her cry.

She was doing ok before but afterwards...
I don't know the full story but when she was hanging out with her friends, I guess someone said something about her or something. I think it was meant to be a joke but she took it to heart. After he/she said that, she cried.

Seeing her like that...It was unbearable. I would've done anything to make her happy again. To make her smile again. I wanted to go to her, thinking maybe I could calm her down somehow.

But she was with her friends and they were trying all they could to stop her from crying. thankfully it was one of those silent cries. There's nothing more she wants at that time than unwanted attention. Especially considering the situation.

I wanted to be with her so much but i had to distance myself from her at that time. I was afraid that, being me, I would say or do something that could make it even worse. i mean if her friends can't help her, what are MY chances of making her stop crying. I can only watch her from afar. I wish I had taken that chance. Maybe I could have made any difference.

Before I could even decide whether to go talk to her, it was time for my next class. But she was walking with her friends, who were going to the same class as me, so I decided to walk with her. But...by the time I reached her, I was afraid.

I was afraid to talk to her. She stopped crying by then but she looked so sad. So delicate. She looked as if she might break. She had swollen, red eyes. Sad eyes. She looked like she was thinking about something. All I can do is watch. I beat up myself for being such a COWARD!

For the next few days, she became quiet. So quiet.

i was afraid she would never speak again. Never smile again. I gathered my courage to try and talk to her. But to no response. All she did was nod...or shake her head...when I asked her if she was ok or not, whether she needed someone to talk with, etc. She just said that she needed time. Time to think about some stuffs. Time to deal with by herself. She spoke with such a small voice, I almost didn't catch them.

I understood what she wanted. I respect her wishes.
But she was pushing people away.
She was pushing me away.

I know I don't know her that well. And she doesn't know me that well either. But...I don't know.

Now, she's back to her old self. She's talking again. She's smiling again. She's happy again. I was glad she was doing ok. I never ever want to see her being sad again.

Sorry. I said earlier that it was going to be a short one. But it ended up being too long. I just wanted to write everything down. Everything before I forget.

It's just that I feel so useless. All I can do is watch when someone, someone i care, gets hurt. Every time I do try to help them, I always say the wrong things, or do the wrong things...

I'm not really that good when dealing with other people's emotions. I may talk or say stuffs like these so easily as if I'm an expert on them. But matter of fact, I don't. I just say these things so i wouldn't have to deal with them myself. I don't have to deal with MY compressed emotions.

I guess that's what makes me a bad friend. I seemed to not care about them. I do. I just don't know how to deal with them. Sometimes I just ignore the problem and start all over again. But I'm getting off track again. I guess I'll talk about this maybe next time. Or never. Whenever.

For now, I'm just glad that my friends are doing alright. Or at least, better than before.
Please don't be depressed you guys.

Till next time. Bye.