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Friday, June 01, 2007, 9:12 PM
Dear you know who you are,
please please stop feeling hurt that im hurt because im not hurt
and seeing you hurt is only going to make me feel hurt when im not hurt.
i've known you for lets see..eight years? and in fact, you were my first best friend. i remember you as a young girl wearing those pretty little frocks, with 2 plaits and we used to walk to the bus stop together after class. and remember that black building? for some reason, we loved going inside the building and coming out. i remember sitting in the front row and singing with you. lenin used to call us 'the bukit sisters'. remember? because you live in bukit panjang and i live in bukit batok. haha! i remember coming to your house a lot of times and every single time i came, i had so much of fun. life was so good because of you. i used to look forward to class at 4pm, not because i enjoyed singing, but because i wanted to see you! and then, i stopped class and you changed the time of your class and all. we hardly got to see each other but we still were really close.
when you graduated from primary school and i was still in p6, i swear, i felt lonely because all of a sudden you had so many friends of your own and you hardly had time for me. i loved you dearly but i think you kind of forgot all about me or maybe you thought i was too young and immature for a secondary girl like you.
but when i entered secondary school as well, i think we became closer again. although, those days when i was in p1 and you were in p2 were just totally different, i think we're still really good friends. just that, we're more mature and we have both changed a lot.
you have a changed more, though. i beg of you, please stop cutting yourself.
i dont see how physical pain stops emotional pain and you're only making everyone who loves you, so much more hurt
like me.
my dearest, cutest, nicest, prettiest friend, i love you and you're forgiven.
i love you more than i love myself so take care and i repeat, you're forgiven.
lots of love,
Vandana!
