I wish that I could hate you my babyyyy 🎵... Lqtm!
Being a music freak who savours the lyrics of songs I enjoy surely comes in handy and I must say, it's terrific.
Reading through the contest topics and eventually settling to write on the last one, Charlotte's melancholic voice came echoing in my head, her lyrics pulling the strings of reminiscence to that disillusioned moment of my life.
Still, the lyrics rolled off my tongue. Effortlessly.
And myyyyyy, heaven knows it's been so long I wrote in the community by participating in the weekend contests. Sighs.
So help me God I don't fall off the radar again as I personally have no intention of doing that but then, you never can tell what might happen in the next millisecond so I might as well cherish the times I get to be here.
With that being said...
Life is so unpredictable it stings. I mean, you could just be smiling and laughing so hard your cheeks begin to hurt and within the twinkle of an eye, you'll be thrown off balance with a cause to scream and yell and cry out your eyes.
That was just how that day felt like to me.
A friendship which I could bet anyone would have kissed my ass just to have something as real and true as mine, flipped over and was brought down to nothing but a good reference for jokes and caricature.
When it comes to judging and criticising people for their behaviours and actions, I try to be cautious enough to avoid doing so. As much as possible.
I believe there's a distinct difference between simply discussing someone else's affairs and probably, in your opinion, state what you would or wouldn't have done if you were to be in their shoes, and utterly condemning them for it.
A distant friend of mine once took the wrong course of an action. Something I didn't even get to know about until my bosom friend (I'll call her Sof) broke the news to me and that led to us making a conversation out of it.
Through it all, I could beat my chest that I didn't, at any point lambast the falterer because I strongly felt the urge to reach out to her when I eventually get the opportunity, just to hear it all from the horse's mouth.
That way, if indeed I wish to judge and blame her for anything, I'll do so right in her presence.
But unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to do that.
I rather woke up the next morning to a bunch of missed calls and messages from her which were anything but heartwarming and why was that???
My very dear Sof had cooked up a twisted plot of our conversation.
On getting to know that, especially coming from someone I'd known a couple of years, I never felt more pained. Betrayed. Hurt.
I thought of where I went wrong but came up emptily empty. I felt an overwhelming urge to sever all ties with her but a humourless laugh escaped my throat when I thought of the fact that it would only turn out to be a fancy way to sidestep forgiveness.
And for what it was worth, my peace matters more than her dumbshit.
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