be bad, be mine.
the world, we are living in is really small. Tokyo is hell so small.
among thirteen million people, the faces you do know - often seen.
i once had a friend, who used to think about hanging himself up
being mentally break because of the girl, he used to break up with.
because she what, happened to get married at 18 and then divorced.
not of a big deal, actually. i know people, who marry once in a month.

today i met this girl on my homepage,
she is cute at her 23, happily committed.

i found it funny, somehow.
maybe we shall be friends with her.

i never found myself keeping grudge against someone, just because.
i used to be told by definite someones - you love these, you hate those.
why? because i love these, i hate those. a chained and decided feelings.
mainly, stupid. i mean, meaningless when you cant define your own heart.

i used to be the best friends with someone, who broke my sister`s heart.
i am not choosing sides, i have my own and quite clear interests in all.)

just that.

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