Journal Entry: Wed Jul 29, 2015, 6:52 AM
There was this guy who was lonely. He was an introvert, had no friends, and is suffering depression. He was too afraid to approach people, afraid that he would be abandoned again.
That was until one day, where he met this girl. She approached him first, and he was kind of uncomfortable with that. But she never stopped talking. After a few days, they became close. They'd talk everyday, both in real life and on the internet.
Each day, they grew closer and closer. He felt as if he could call her his friend. He felt as if it's time to tell her about his secret.
He did tell her one day, when she saw his drawings. She was surprised, and asked him why. The guy couldn't help it, and gave in. He told her he has depression, and told her why he did that. After he told her everything, she talked to him, just so he wouldn't feel sad anymore. She continued doing that- helped him get over his sadness, supported him, talked to him. He had considered her as a friend by then, but was too afraid to tell her. He was afraid to know if she thinks of him like how he does to her. So, he kept it to himself.
As days passed, the guy noticed a change. It seems as if his friend talked to him less and less. He didn't really mind, of course she has other friends. But it seems as if the bond is breaking. The talks were no longer real life, they were now through the internet. He didn't mind, at least he still gets to talk to her.
But everything changed one day. No more talks at all- in real life or the internet. That bothered the guy. He felt as if he was no longer important. Of course, who would feel important when their only friend left them? But then again, the girl never really thought of him as a friend. That was painful for the guy.
He started drawing again. He felt so bad, so sad. He couldn't help it. He misses the girl. He misses the talks, the jokes... everything. He misses everything. He misses the bond they once had. The bond that is now broken.
He started crying even more at night. He punched walls, he screamed, listened to music at full blast. He doesn't want to be bothered by anyone. He raised barriers just so people would stay away.
One day, while he was waiting for his class to start, a girl approached him. She talked to him, even if he was very distant. He thought that this could be someone that could mend his already broken heart.
At first, he was starting to heal. But soon he realized that it wasn't like his first friend. His first friend was different. His first friend was more optimistic and respected his 'Don't-touch-me" personality. His second friend, however, doesn't understand the 'don't-touch-me' thing. It bothered him, he doesn't like hugs or anything. But he didn't want to be rude, so he simply tried to tell her that he doesn't like touches.
He realized, nothing could really replace his first friend. As much as he wants to forget about her, he couldn't. She was very important to him. He doesn't like her romantically, no, but he likes her as a friend. A great friend, actually.
He hopes that someday, the broken bond will be mended. He hopes that she'd notice how broken he already is when she left. He hopes that even if she has other friends, she'd still talk to him.
Because he needs her right now.
Just another vent. Just like the last one, I'll delete this in a few days...