The Scar

Well, fiery person normally don't have scars, but they leave scars on people instead, isn't it? But I would rather say myself, an inactive volcano, which erupts after enduring and enduring. Well, I don't know whether that case will leave a scar on me or not, since I am trying to release my intense heat.

Okay, no offense for the next few paragraphs, as it is just what I think, and I don't think it is wrong doing that.

"We were once friends..[I think so] We can talk laugh gossip like any other friends would do... But because of one word E-X-A-M[dat's why i said SCREW the word exam]...Everything started to change..Our view of each other, our friendship which seems to be broken by now...Our mind of thinking of nothing but bad words and bad stuff to say about each other..."

A quote from my friend, whom I had argued with her yesterday, even till the night. Oh yeah, the core of our arguement, as mentioned by her, was the examination, which I searched for the exam papers before the examination starts. Well, I don't think that is anything wrong with my action. Searching for papers is not the same as cheating. I did not print the papers and brought into the examination class. Plus, it was our teacher who gave us the link, so it is not considered wrong. I had the initiative to spend 1/4 of my day for three days, searching for the papers, and did them one by one. If one paper had 40 question, I can say that I did 400 questions all on my own. So, what's wrong with my act? I did not steal nor rob the paper. I went through the papers by myself.

"I will not delete my blog..I need it to express myself..What I don't dare to say in front of others..What I tend to keep to myself and all I could have done is BLOG..You deleted your blog..As an act of putting a fullstop to the war between us.."

Another quote from her. Okay, how should I say that, I wonder? I deleted my blog because I hoped to put our arguement to an end, but she did not even delete a single or two post, or accurately, some paragraphs. Well, I can't make her do what I want. And, she had friends who stood on her side and attacked me. I had none. Not even a single one, yet those people in my form called themselves as my friends. Pathetic, for me. Yeah, because I am just a homework-machine for them, and maybe a printer. I am a worthless junk for them......

I wanted an answer, not just from her, and not just from my classmates. And I wanted a fair judgement for me too.