Finally, my friend, who I thought was already murdered, decided to chat with me last night. I was mixed with emotions. I wanted to hug her because I was full of relief that she was okay but at the same time I wanted to slap her because she forgot to inform me that she’s still alive.
I don’t want that to happen again. I admit I could be the lousiest friend anyone can have, but still, I never wanted them to be in a situation where they’d be in trouble. Because I would definitely feel responsible. I would be responsible for not being there when they needed someone. I don’t want that to happen again because I don’t want to get left behind. You know what I’m saying? It’s just that, that moment, when my friend wasn’t responding to my messages, that moment of absence that i felt from her, it was really horrible.