We all have that one friend who is so kind, so forgiving, so understanding. Despite all the harsh words you say–intended or not, she just shrugs it off and smiles on what is supposed to be your funny joke. Despite all the dependency on schoolworks, he or she still tries to teach you and help you to learn. Despite all the absences when he or she needed you, she still makes her ears ready to listen to your problems. Despite all your shortcomings, he or she doesn’t dwell on your mistake. 

We all have that one friend who is so kind, so forgiving, so understanding. But we often forget that he or she is also a human being. Your kind friend also gets mad. Your forgiving friend also gets hurt. Your understanding friend also gets tired.

We all have that one friend who is so kind, so forgiving, so understanding. Don’t abuse that kind of friend. Those kind of people are so brave and quiet, we forget they are suffering.

Wait, no. Where’s the road? I’m trapped by my own demons.

Save me. I need someone, to cast me out of this hellhole.

But I can only see darkness, there’s no one who could save me.

It seems like this is a different battle, cos I have to fight me.

Whenever I hear a news that someone I know died or whenever I go to a funeral there are things–epiphanies, that enter my mind.  

1. Life is so short and we really have to live it to the fullest. Even if we always hear this everyday, we don’t actually do it until we find ourselves regretting.
2. How we live depends on how people remember us. You know? If we make a legend, the world will have a hard time to forget us.
3. The more people who attended your funeral, the better you did in life. Although I feel a little judgmental here, but I guess it’s true.
4. The time people tell us they love us so much is the time when we really can’t hear them anymore, and tell them we love them back.
5. It’s either heaven or hell.
6. We born, we live, we die. That’s just the way how life goes.
7. People will say they miss us, that we will always stay in their hearts. They’ll cry over us. But they will move on. They will continue with their life as our bodies continue to rot.

“Are you okay?”, a boy whispered into her ears as she eats an ice cream alone. She asks herself why, maybe she looked haggard or something. And then it hit her, was she really okay?

She’s tired. She’s been really stressed for weeks because of school. She’s been having some problems with her family, same goes with her friends. She’s insecure about herself again. Responsibilities are waiting for her, and she just wants to run away from them, but she can’t. She finds herself alone sometimes, with no one to talk to about her dilemmas. She feels that everything is just going wrong in her life and she doesn’t know what to do anymore. 

“Yes, yes of course! What made you ask that?”, she tells the boy, smiling. And she regret stating the wrong, but tiredness was eating her up. An opportunity to finally talk to someone about her current state missed, and she knows it’s her own fault too. Maybe, she thought, everything that’s happening to her is actually also because of her.