I dread those days. I hate the days when people around me are at their lowest low and are going through such a painful phase. I wish there was something I could do to make it better or to make it all go away but the sad thing is that... I can't.

I'd love to be there for them, listen to them pour their hearts out and comfort them; at least you share what is deep and private and you guys can agree that guys can be such jerks (well, ok ok so girls can be bitchy too... *rolls eyes* I'm only giving you guys face ok. We're not as bad as guys altogether, at least we hv what they call FEELINGS) but the burden and the heartache is still for them to bear. Alone.

The pain that we feel for them, although not the same and not as bad, is painful enough in knowing that there's nothing we can do about it. Sometimes I wish I had some magic to cast a spell to eliminate all those sickening problems esp heartaches cos it can take years to recover from a broken heart. It's not visible to the eye but it's there and it can haunt you for a long period of time. The question on their mind is always, "Why? Why? Why?"

And there's nothing I can do to help. Makes me feel horrible inside. I mean, who doesn't want their close ones or friends to be happy? Who the hell likes to see them sad or cry? Except maybe for the Grinch or that dustbin puppet Oscar the Grouch ah but still... even these fictional characters have feelings too; unlike some species.

Recently, my 2 good friends are "terrorised" by such emotions and downfalls. I really hope they can win this one-man fight. We girls tend to sit down and analyse every lil bit of everything that seemed like a possiblity. And at the end of the day, the problem is still there. Right smack in front of your face. While we prefer to talk and compromise, they rather run away from it. So how?

Time has its healing powers. Friends do too. Or blogs for some. Remember you guys, I can't really do much but I'm your friend for always, for keeps; so if you need someone to talk to... the hotline is open 24 hrs. No extra charges, erm, except for the normal phone bills of course.

Write a long, angry or sad letter or "nice" verbal languages, take it to the seaside, roll it up, put it in a balloon and let it go...



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