Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Friday, February 04, 2005

This is what I have to say to you:

You know who you are, and you know what you did to us. We thought we were a friend to you. We defended you all the time, in case you don't know. In spite of what other people say about you, we chose to keep silent, and by no means bother listening to them.

Well, this did not come as a surprise. You already showed signs before. We were just too stupid to disregard the intuitions we had. Each and every one of us became a victim. Soon everyone who considered you as their friend will realize your kind. Please stop whatever. . . It's not right to talk bad about people who never cause you harm.

It's a blessing we have no interaction anymore. At least, I don't need to sit or stand beside you, and feel betrayed knowing that I am sitting, standing beside a person who blather amiss stories behind our backs.

Change your ways please, for the love of God.

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