something about friends

Sometimes it is not that I am too calculative, but I always want to feel that I am being treated fairly. Maybe because I am a middle child and often get caught in the middle..

I do not like to give although there is this saying that goes it is better to give than to receive. But honestly, who likes to give sooo much.

I have a clock that ticks differently. It was always faster than the actual time even after umpteen times of wounding it back to the Raymond Veil time when hung in my house. Now that my father brought it to his storeroom, where his tenants are a bunch of laidback people, it is going slower than usual. Is the clock magical, or is it something else?

You know I was feeling so sad about the "truth" in my secondary 2 textbook. I found out things which I believed so strongly in to be all wrong. I wanted to cry when I saw the documentary, but that is so stupid especially when I attend lectures alone.
Sometimes you cry not because you are sad, but because you are scared.

I don't want to friend you anymore.