so yesterday was a typically happy day. hanged out with some friends after work. we just sat around and soaked ourselves with our own share of funny/green/serious/sad/scary story. and it was so nice to see and feel their concern and efforts to take care of you and to help you get by your emo-love-story in their own simple ways.

they gave me pieces of advice that you would think of as just another senseless joke but if you’d try to look deeper, you’d realize that they have a point. they just don’t want to bombard me with pieces of advice in a serious manner, i guess.

oh well, after all the aching and crying, you’ll realize that friends are all you have left. friendship is something you’ll never lose. and with them in my life, i think i’ll manage to be happy despite my fucked up love story.