Friendship
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
♥ Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Friends. Something I can't live without, something I can't die with.I can't imagine life without these people, you know?Reality and its harshness.Fantasy and its simplicity. People say, that friends are the people who will comfort you when you cry; hold you up when your life is falling apart; mend your heart when it is breaking.But no. These are the things which you will learn yourself. What your friend does, is cry with you when you cry; fall with you when your life is falling apart; and break with you, when your heart is breaking.I say this with proof. Is it not true that they cry? Is it not true that they have their own problems? Is it not true that they take a part of themselves to fix you, and by doing that they have deprived themselves, of a part of them?Is it not true, that, they are, afterall, human beings?A friend has feelings.Yes, I agree that you should turn to your friends for help. But ask yourself this - how many times have you been a better friend than your friend is a better one to you? Have you not taken your friend for granted?I thought about this incident that Cheryl was there for me for. I remember walking out of the office, eyes blurred with the tears that had filled up earlier. People stared as me as I walked past them. Their head prefect, their monster, their immune robot; crying. To them, it was the first time. But they didn't know that it was the millionth time for me, since the day I was born. They didn't know, did they? Because they took things for granted. They took me for granted.But Cheryl saw me. She followed me into the bathroom, and waited outside the stall, hesitating as I stayed inside. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know what to say. But it didn't matter. Because her being there for me, is about the most rewarding favour I could ever get out of her. And she would learn, too. About being there for me.Some people you call friends stand by you. Some people you call friends just be there to be there. How many of them actually really help?I always try to patch things up between people after some incident. I'm always labeled as good little Jessica, forever not getting into trouble, forever not skipping class, forever not breaking rules. But let me tell you something. I am a human being. I am a human being, I have my feelings. I have my own troubles, I have my own stress, and I am an average 13 year old teenager. So why is it that some people get it all, when all I get from people is complains. Problems to solve. Difficulties to give advice to. Not that I don't really like counseling - I do it with all my heart, it is about my dream - but they should understand me. Asking me something when they know I also am falling apart is bout another thing.Yet, I continue to be there for them. Because if I'm not there for them, who's going to be there?
