Well, it's been a long time since I've felt this way...
Maybe I've been infected by my friend. Or just that I have all along felt this way, just that I've managed to suppress these feelings.

Do I like him?
Do I hate him?
I don't really care. He just annoys me. Annoying, thank you very much. Irritating and annoying. Everytime he passes by, he will leave me thinking more and more. About myself. Self-reflection? 'Ch, more like self-pity. Pity for what I cannot be, Pity for what I am, Pity for what I never was. Such fun. I didn't really realise that my 15th Christmas was spent talking arguing with my friend.

"I hate you."
"*raises eyebrow*"
"You just ruined my Christmas."
"Like you are better off doing anything else."
"pssh... I wanted to go to Borders. Buy stuff you know?"
"You actually read?"
"Yes, thank you Mr. Sarcastic"
"You're very welcome. But friends are more important than books."
"Says who?"
"Well, someone told me that when I was arguing with my friend."
"=.=" , Pass me my pillow."
"I'm a guest."
"Wow, I just realise that. Now shut it and pass me the pillow."
"And you told me that you were worried about me."
"I was. Now go away, I'm gonna blog."
"...I'm going to sleep."
"Be my guest."
"I am."
"=.="" "

Well, my Christmas was spent arguing with Mr. Sarcastic. Oh what fun.

♥undefined. 9:42 pm