The Year Is Almost Ending Now
Even though It is only August.
The year is almost ending now. What did I do all year round?
Well.... Dunno!!
I think I did everything I could little by little.
I studied a bit. Yes. A bit.
I completed my very first journal!! That's one hell of a productive thing and I enjoyed it so much!
Did I write anything?! Yes! Though not so much. A story or two.
I bought a lot of journal items. It made me so happy yet sad since.. well... I went from "I got money" to "I'm broke" real quick.
I gained friends, I lost friends! Yeah... That's one thing I do almost every year.
If this year taught me anything... it's to 'not listen to anybody when I'm doing something creative'. Because "it's much better to regret after doing something than to regret after doing something with someone else's idea".
And another thing is.... to 'not make friends carelessly'.
I was hurt because of this so-called "FRIENDSHIP". Because I trusted and made friends. Well maybe, just maybe I don’t deserve any friend. Friendship doesn't mean you can use the other party. It doesn’t. Really! And FYI, I've been used enough in this life already that I don’t want to anymore. So if you're here for someone who could be used and thrown away, I'm not your cup of tea. And if you say you lost too many people from your life or you aren't familiar with what it takes in a friendship..well learn how to do it. I hope you do better next time. With someone else. Not me anyway.
I want to be a good girl next year. And I promise I'll be good to you too if you're good enough for me. And if not, I can be the rudest girl to ever exist on this planet. Don't expect me to smile at you if you don’t smile at me. I've had enough of the pettiness that exists in any human relationship there can be. So I'm done now.
So to those who know what they did... I don’t want you in my life anymore. If you contact me and I talk to you with a smile, don't think I forgive you. I don't. And I promise I won't. I'm just pretending to forget what you did. But I won't.
The year is almost ending anyway.
FYI: I posted this story once on my blog back in 2022
About the Creator
Nafisa Ashraf
The first story I wrote at the age of seven was pasted on our storage room door. I've written short stories, and poems but never published any except a few on my blog. So I'm starting my publishing journey here.
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