It really feels good to be wanted.
Today, I went to see my friend, whom I have not seen in 2 years and she was exuberant with joy. We wished to see each other some while back, but due to unexpected circumstances, it was canceled. I cried a lot that day. But I got to see her today, and that was all that mattered. We hugged each other and cried a lot. I was so happy that I didn't want to go back to that hideous place where I live.
I used to live where my friend lived till I was in the 8th grade. We grew up together for 5 long years. Then my papa got a transfer to the place where I live now, and we shifted. It was hard, but I got over it. Well, atleast did.
Even though the place was very beautiful and stuff, my classmates were/are not the most.... friendliest of people.
I mean, I can't really describe it. It's a long story, and hell, I don't even want to talk about it. I really can't. It brings sad memories back to my mind, and I cry. Yes, I cry. I cry a lot everyday. Call me a crybaby, or kiddie, or anything, I don't care.
They were all mean to me. This girl, this girl she *pretends* to be my friend, but I can't ever really trust her. She's cynical, a top-grade hypocrite and someone who backstabs whenever you are in trouble. All to protect her image. All just to shine in front of someone and degrade me. She pokes fun at me, keeps on chanting that I've no talent or good, and.... and the 6 people sitting next to me and her are no better. At lunch, I sit alone, while this girl and her two friends talk about the latest episode of their favorite Soap Opera, and the other 4 just sits there talking about other soap operas or the latest jewelry that arrived at the shop.
I am not the most brightest of persons, I am really immature. I crack silly jokes, because it brings joy to me if I make a person smile. I draw female figures, and occasionally some fluffy romantic sketches in my notebook and rough book, and they call me gay and throws disgusted looks at it and me. Then they say that I think high of myself as a great artist who is better than Van Gogh. I'll be honest, I'm not even 1/100th that of any great artist. But I love drawing. Is that something to be blamed of?
They make fun of my likings, but if I say anything back at them, the remarks that comes out of their mouth is really not pleasing to hear.
And what of the rest of the classmates? Well, let's just say, they are almost the same.
It's like this feeling, you know, you are surrounded by several people, yet you feel lonely and abandoned.
In short, they hate me, in general. But the only good thing is, she helps me in Russian. But even then, she accuses me of not paying attention in class, and being a bird-brain in general.
I really like it here in Shuu. I really don't want it to go away (like that's going to happen xD) and... and it feels good knowing that someone gives me comfort just by talking or seeing. It's great to know that I'm not alone and that it's not really my fault that I love Hetalia or Madoka or any other anime. I can talk freely without bearing to see eyerolls or bored expressions, and that's why I miss my friend so much. She listens to me ramble for hours and hours on end.
Well, I think I've rambled enough. :/ Someone's going to kill me for this.
Cherish your Yesterdays, Dream about Tomorrow but Live for Today.....