A status today made me remember what I wrote four years ago. It was my status in another virtual community.
I USED TO BE FRIENDLY, HAPPY, SARCASTIC, EXPLOSIVE...I LOVED TO MAKE FRIENDS...
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ANYWAY..IM STILL HERE!
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WELCOME TO MY LIFE!! WE CAN WALK TOGETHER... WHERE DO WE GO?? I DON´T KNOW...THE MOST IMPORTANT IS YOUR COMPANY!!
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BE A FRIEND IS ACCEPT THE OTHER AS HE/SHE IS
BE A FRIEND IS
LOVE THE OTHER UNCONDITIONALLY
BE A FRIEND IS
NEVER JUDGE
NEVER HURT
BUT IF IT HAPPENS
JUST GIVE A BIG HUG
TRUE FRIENDS HAVE A BAD MEMORY TO BAD THINGS....
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I HOPE YOUR GOOD CLOTHES BE WEARING A GOOD SOUL..
ITS NOT NICE LEAVE A FRIEND WITHOUT A REPLY
IF HE/SHE IS WISHING GOOD THINGS FOR US..
MAYBE THEY WANNA BE IN PEACE WITH US
MAYBE THEY WANNA FORGET THE WORDS BAD SAID
MAYBE THEY WANT JUST WISH GOOD THINGS FOR US
BECAUSE THEY THINK WE ARE IMPORTANT TO THEM.
BUT I GUESS SOME PEOPLE THINK DIFERENT.
BTW..I NEED TO BE THANKFUL TO THIS PEOPLE..
I LEARNT A LOT WITH THEM THESE DAYS
CAUSE EVEN AFTER BEEING SO SINCERE WITH THEM
AND EXPLAINING MY REASONS
EVEN AFTER I ASK THEM TO FORGIVE ME
THEY FORGOT ME
I WISH THEY BE HAPPY WITH WHATEVER THEY WANT
AND WITH WHOEVER THEY NEED
NOTHING WORST THAN BE LEFT ALONE
FOR WHO WE CONSIDER A LOT.
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BTW...
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WE CANT COMMAND ANYBODY.
SOMETIMES I DO THAT BUT I KNOW THAT IS WRONG.
OR MAYBE SOMEONE FEEL SO DEEP FOR A FRIEND
THAT HE/SHE CANT ADMIT TO SEE HER/HIM
GIVING ATTENTION TO OTHER PERSON.
BUT AS I SAID..
WITH TIME AND AFTER SO MANY HURTS WE WILL NOT CARE ABT IT ANYMORE.
PEOPLE DOESNT HURT US.
OUR EXPECTATIONS DO THAT.
SO..
THE SECRET IS TO LIVE WITH NO EXPECTATIONS.
ITS NOT EASY.
IM TRYING TILL NOW...
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EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR SOME REASON...
THEN OPEN UR WARDROBE AND TAKE UR BETTER SMILE TO WEAR..
DOESNT MATTER IF YOU FEEL GOOD OR NOT..
NOBODY CARES ANYWAY.
BUT MAYBE TODAY IS UR DAY TO FIND SOMEONE
WHO WILL CARE ABOUT YOU..
AND IF IT DOESNT HAPPEN..
NEVER MIND
YOU STILL HAVE YOURSELF.
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BE BRAVE SWEETHEART. LIFE IS TOO SHORT.
AND NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE THE HUMAN NATURE.
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