Sometimes all it takes is a friend reminding you of something you've done wrong to give you a blow to the stomach. Actually, rather than reminding, it was more like telling. It sounded polite, but when can you ever be sure if it's just printed? I guess I've just reached the point where someone has acquired enough miscredit to stay off the pedestal. Well, I'm not dissing the friendship, no, but I guess I finally have to find a way to deal with conflicts. Maybe, like, tell the person when something's bugging me? I'm no doormat, and, ironically, she's just the person who has taught me that unknowingly. Ah, let's forget about it. People whom I love have power over me, that's life. If I know and trust myself well enough, I should know that I love only those who don't use that power. If hurt happens, it's not the means.

Funnily, when I look at A's pictures of me, I remember being deeply hurt and not wanting my picture taken. Can't there be a different way?