the woman who can't be moved.

she reads the long post thoroughly. it hits her like a jolt of lightning. she knows very well that the author is talking about her. she knows, because, she's been in denial since the very beginning. she never really made an effort, she did not know how to. this is happening again, she thought. the word again strikes her, she thought about the first person who left the group. there's no use crying over spilt milk anymore, she could only hope that she's happy. she was thinking so intensely that she actually lather body shampoo on her head. crap, her hair's gonna be curlier than before. she did not bother, she resumed her thoughts. she's always been waiting for them to make an effort as a whole, but little does she know, her friend has been waiting for her only. she felt like an ungrateful bitch, for she's made all empty promises which she never knew how to grant them in the first place. she just made promises to make her feel better, but know very well that they're hard to keep. she also thought that was the only way for her to pursue her dreams, nothing can keep her to study biology. she wants things to go back as the past, but here she is, doing absolutely nothing but writing about how she's a bitch. an insensitive one too. someone please, knock some sense into her head.