A Letter From a Sad Soul

Sometimes I think of what will be good for me, but I always think something that isn’t what my precious treasures think.

I am a good person but it turns out that I am the bad ones; I always think of others first but I think they really not appreciate it, especially my ex-friends. What can be so bad at telling my friend what I think about her, what word did I use that make them turn their back at me? Well I really don’t know but even if I don’t I want to make peace with them; I don’t want us to break the promise that we have that even in the deepest trench we will swim together to survive. I really do miss them but I think it’s over. I think the laughter that we share, the stories that we tell, and the time that we all cry together can’t be taken back. Even if I see all of them sitting in one corner laughing together with happiness seen in their face, the time they go to lunch together and make memorable moments, I still feel proud because I can say to people that once I am with these guys that make me feel I am a person that is alive in this little world, a little world divided in happiness and melancholy.