fitrifarina.
I procrastinate. I take photographs. I draw. I dream big.

I just finish watching some short story film thing on tv. Its amazingly sad, and you know, im known for not being sappy after watching films. Theres this pair of childhood friends. The little boy was very devoted towards the girl. Then one day, he abandoned her to be friends with some other people. She faced his new friends to win him back but unfortunately he chose them instead. On the day of their primary sch graduation, he gave her a letter containing his new address and an apology. She threw the letter on the ground and vow not to speak with him again. The latter part of the story brings her to the present day where she is a graphic designer. She finally found the address of her old friend. She found out that he had died and his father gave her the letter that she did not accept when they were young. Inside, with the address, there was a pink bracelet which she said that if a guy gives that to a girl, he wants to be more than friends. (insert scene where he went ard the estate to find the machine where you can get bracelet at one buck a pop -the one that gives you one turn.) But too bad, shes 10 years too late.

Now i feel like watching Virgin Monologues at the theater at school. Should I?

I'm through with doubt6:31 AM