Bulwark

It's already 12:00 am and I still feel hungry after sneaking food out of the fridge. Heck, I don't even know why I'm writing this (aside from that bi-weekly update I promised). I was kinda thinking "hey, go finish saga frontier 2 already , and stop worrying about your friends a bit, yeah?". But no, I haven't had my dose of donut metaphor syndrome, so I think I'll be doing this anyways.


So, kidding aside, I've had a chat with a good friend of mine last Friday. It's was about how much -I- heard about a very sensitive topic last Thursday - and quite a pickle it was.

I've been stuck in the bus for far too long last Friday during our art appreciation tour, and I just couldn't bear to see how another good friend of mine would actually do if it'd get out. That person's "outbursts" are so... "Childish and extreme" that I can't even think how I'd help out.

To be honest, me and my friend swore to never say a word (I've been keeping my part, dunno about him). But swirling thoughts of what -might- eventually happen grabs you, and eventually drags you of how dark reality is, and then it eventually stabs you, saying "I wish I could've stopped this...but...".

I'd hate to meddle (they know I heard it) but that's not the point. What I'd really wanna know is what's gonna happen next! [I'm a dick, I know]