well..i'v had no time to do anything lately...but it will pass...

this one here i made with a friend of mine, whom I came to know very recently but who's proven to be a very special one...for whom I really care for....it was just a scrap i had done on her book during some boring class...but then a few days later she turned up with it colored and all... Its been always like this since I met her...one starts somethings but its never really on its best way till the other give it her own shine and collor...and I m not talking only about drawings...Recentelly weird things have happened, and I know some of this things are due to my own deeds, my mistakes, oh Lord!....I have such a "leet it goo.." way of handling things that sometimes I think I don't pay the attencion required to some small details but really important ones in the things that are happening, or sometimes I'm so carefree that I cant make people see whats really on my mind, and I ended up messing it all around and things get to where they are/were.But I'm learning.I am.
Yeah..I think I have done a few things..wrong to this sweet friend of mine...and I think maybe I have stained something...but I wish she knew I'd never meant to do any harm to her..and in my heart and in my mind I've never been careless or disloyal or anything with her..But I think one was thinking the other was thinking something that none of us really was and it was hard to get closer because none knew how to act, what to think or what to say. And small things run like a snow ball and it happens.
But sometimes we dont know what is really happening....
But I would like this friend to know that she's precious to me, and that she should never be afraid or think twice before talking to me when she need it..that in a way or another I will always be here for her
and all I wish is that everything was like before...
I'm sorry for it all,Skelter.I wish I would say more..but I'm not good with words..I find it difficult to say all I think sometimes...
Your friendship is important to me, Fefsss!


Bye, dear Emptness of bad english flying away