Selfish

Currently I'm thinking about friends. Maybe it's true that we will never have a good friend in our life. It is very difficult because after all every human has their own weakness. Everyone has their own problem to worry about.

Maybe I'm not hoping for much. I just want a friend who won't make me feel alone. I'm still searching for that person who, if I want to do something, I don't have to hesitate to ask for her help. Like, even if I killed someone, I can still call her and ask for her help to hide the body. That kind of friend. Maybe that is impossible.

"Because...for the first time in my life, I feel like I won't have to do things alone." 

Maybe that's the only thing that I want.

My emotions are too raw currently so I cannot think of anything to write. I'm afraid if I keep on writing then I'll end up writing things I'll regret.

Originally I wanted to tell about the time I felt so alone and low that I felt like dying. But even telling that story sounds like I'm bragging so hahah I won't.

You know what is my weakness? A story where the partner died. Especially a male character. A guy that is very sweet and kind to his beloved but he had to die young. That is my weakness. You give that story to me I'll cry like it was me myself who lost a lover.