I should've known this would happen. Since I could draw, everyone wanted to be my friend, but maybe they weren't really friends with me, were they? I don't feel anything honest about any of my friendships with anybody. Are they friends with me just because I can draw? Are they with me because they see me for who I am: a young, helpless human? Are they beside me because I could hold the world of unseen art in the palm of my hands? Are they loving me because they know that without them, I would just be killing my helpless self?
Bye,
.:MIMI TACHIKAWA:.
~AJISAI HaNa~