lets just skip the formalities and write about what's important...me. i come back with a heavy heart and rusty typing skills. but i need to tell you something important. do you know that to this day, it still hurts me to talk about my ex-best friend. i don't know what it feels like to be dumped but i can say that i somehow have an idea. yes, it feels like she dumped me. dumped me in exchange of better and prettier friends who she can be vain with. i'm pretty sure that i don't miss her. but yet it feels like i want to be the one who did the dumping and not the other way around. i guess that's why people like to "beat it to the punch". so that it will hurt less. i treasured what i had with her. i still do. but i can't remember the "good times" that well. i remember her as a realist, pikon, playful, and my best friend. things change. i don't know her anymore. we live in two different worlds. but when i last talked to her, i can still see some of the qualities i remember shine through the glamour. i can't ask for her back because there's a wall that prevents me from reaching her. the wall created by different schools, different experiences, different friends. who can i blame?