Public Apology...
I’m sorry for being a cruel person. I’m sorry that I’m very malandi and use flowery words. I’m sorry to all the people I stepped on. I’m sorry for all the sins.
And yet, I feel hurt. You do not have the right to judge me nor take me for granted. Whatever you post as comments sometimes hurts the user. When commenting, please remember to not be too harsh.
Besides, no one wants to post anyway, so let’s just fill this blog with posts, even if its too personal. It is related to everyone anyway. I want everyone to understand the importance of friendship.. Please don’t make “away o galit” me.
Anyway, I’ll start with the new post.
I’ve been having trouble with Mark lately (wala na. diretso na yan ha.) I think we don’t know each other anymore and suddenly what I thought was a tiny fence became a huge fortified wall between us. I’m scared. I don’t want to let go of the friendship, but he forces me to. I hope he did read my letter in the diskette case. If he didn’t, I’m very sorry for everything Mark. But...
If you don’t want to reply, then let that be my goodbye. I still care, but it seems you don’t. You may think that you have abundance in friends but if you continue to act like this, you’ll go nowhere. You know that one by one, friends are leaving you behind. But, whatever happens, I’ll treat you as a friend even if you won’t teat me as one. The only problem is that I cannot talk to you or feel your presence unless you get the point of friendship...
Mark...
What you do will affect your future, my future, our future...
My new novel is coming. Many of you already have your new names. Would you like me to call you in your new names while in the classroom? Seryoso. Please, everyone, fill up my lists or “lista-listahans”.
The novel is quite related to my problem. The gist goes like this...
“Poppy Lyonnaise finds himself in a beach. He ahs lost his memory and only knows his name and the name of his weapons, circular knives named Larkspur. He also remembers his goal, to collect other weapons containing the Floral Runes, which contain bits of his memory. The Larkspur is a Floral Rune... Next, he is found by a young girl from a nearby town. She is Maroilles Bourgeois. The two are connected by an unkown chuva and thus begins a journey to search for Poppy’s memory and about the “Friend” who calls out his name whilst he dreams.”
Okei that’s it...
Kung hindi pa ako patawarin or kausapin ni Markie until next week, I don’t know na... Bahala na lang. Fate will decide.
