So, becoming a world famous writer/journalist is definitely not as easy as it seems. Especially after I found out that the story I sent in to the children's newspaper was accepted but not printed because being the genius that I am, I left out my address. And phone number.
And then when the editor asks me for it, I don't find out until 3 months later because I absolutely refuse to check my email regularly.
And who was the most affected by this news? My sister. She kept saying, "Aww, Salehaaaaa. Aww, SAAAALEEEEEHAAA."
Yes, we get it, Aapa. -____-
In other news I performed in my school's annual drama event and I was so so so happy! :D Forget the fact that I was crying every two days because the stress of the performance coupled with my studies, dramatic friends and new forbidden crush (who was alot nearer than you can imagine) was too much for me. But it's times like these when you find out who your real friends are, no?
On the phone:
Quite Old Close Friend: Saleha, are you crying?
Saleha: Nooooooooo.
QOCF: Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?
Saleha: *breaks down crying*
QOCF: Okaaay, then. I'm going to go eat food. I'll see ya tomorrow!
Saleha: I hate you. Don't come.
And I meant it. I mean, who does that? When your friend's bawling on the phone before the night of the performance, she obviously has some sory of problem. But nooooo. Little Miss I-Dont-Deal-With-Emotions-Because-They're-Weird didn't care about her "10 year friendship".
Whatever. I've learnt to accept that some people just cant deal with problems like those. It's too much for their happy-go-lucky life. Just know, next time you're thinking of cutting yourself, don't message me. :|
I'm just kidding, man. You know who you are.
I just don't get why it's so hard to talk about these issues and say anything that is even remotely serious. Or something that actually matters.
But luckily the friends who you can talk to about anything, help you through those times. Thanks. You know who you are. ;) So I guess I just divide them into groups in my mind.
And that also brings me to the fact that I've accepted that I am not going to be in a specific group in school. It's just too hard to limit my friends and plus, some people are just EVIL. And in the course of a lifetime it really doesn't matter whether I was in a group or not. Because I have friends that love me and I hang out with them and that's all that really matters. :)
And then when the editor asks me for it, I don't find out until 3 months later because I absolutely refuse to check my email regularly.
And who was the most affected by this news? My sister. She kept saying, "Aww, Salehaaaaa. Aww, SAAAALEEEEEHAAA."
Yes, we get it, Aapa. -____-
In other news I performed in my school's annual drama event and I was so so so happy! :D Forget the fact that I was crying every two days because the stress of the performance coupled with my studies, dramatic friends and new forbidden crush (who was alot nearer than you can imagine) was too much for me. But it's times like these when you find out who your real friends are, no?
On the phone:
Quite Old Close Friend: Saleha, are you crying?
Saleha: Nooooooooo.
QOCF: Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?
Saleha: *breaks down crying*
QOCF: Okaaay, then. I'm going to go eat food. I'll see ya tomorrow!
Saleha: I hate you. Don't come.
And I meant it. I mean, who does that? When your friend's bawling on the phone before the night of the performance, she obviously has some sory of problem. But nooooo. Little Miss I-Dont-Deal-With-Emotions-Because-They're-Weird didn't care about her "10 year friendship".
Whatever. I've learnt to accept that some people just cant deal with problems like those. It's too much for their happy-go-lucky life. Just know, next time you're thinking of cutting yourself, don't message me. :|
I'm just kidding, man. You know who you are.
I just don't get why it's so hard to talk about these issues and say anything that is even remotely serious. Or something that actually matters.
But luckily the friends who you can talk to about anything, help you through those times. Thanks. You know who you are. ;) So I guess I just divide them into groups in my mind.
And that also brings me to the fact that I've accepted that I am not going to be in a specific group in school. It's just too hard to limit my friends and plus, some people are just EVIL. And in the course of a lifetime it really doesn't matter whether I was in a group or not. Because I have friends that love me and I hang out with them and that's all that really matters. :)
