You are right

You are right. Blogs cannot tell everything. Roastingfish and fairypark cannot tell all. Its a pity how I completely stopped talking/ communicating to you the moment you leave the island. Blogs cannot show everything but it shows what an incompetent friend I am.

You are right. Sarcasm transmit poorly over the net. Sincerity is also not excluded. Both of these are easilly mixed up and both have lost their effectiveness. Sometimes, the best way to communicate is by plain old talking in the face. I miss that.

You are right. You are right about me being right. You are black and white, while she is a rainbow, but that is about it. Why do you guys talk to me and consult me?! Do I look liked a certified shrink? Why do you guys make me think as if I am?! I give shit advice and you put absolute trust in me all because I give an interesting analogy about you guys. Why? I cannot even sort out myself and you think I am a counsellor?

You are right. I do not know you well, I am not helping with your problems. I am giving you even more shit-load. Perhaps I should shut up and wait till everything is over. Or should I just shut up? This is not your fault. I am just too disillusioned thinking that I am a miracle dispenser, juggling every aspect of my own life along with others'.

You are right. Its just going to be us, the very few of us. Take away the crowd who swaggers in and swaggers out. Its just going to us, the sun and the beach. I am not insulting your friends, just making the observation of how friendship reception only seems to work within the island's range. Just like me and 'you'.

You are right. A C box is so much better than a Shoutbox. It is suprising how I never changed it all this while. Maybe it is because i cannot be bothered, a blog's a frickin blog. Whoopee doo. But Thanks. (sincerity transmit poorly but I hope you get it)

You are right. It has been 'heaps long'. Your friendliness causes disgust in me, not because of your pretence but because of my own. You are able to talk to me after I ignore you for 2 long years. I am touched and we should meet up soon, before I go in.

You are right. You are right and you are gone. One year has passed and I literally forgot about you... and me. I took you in as trash, as junk. Fueling my own sense of self-righteousness I raised you, took care of you and even took you to stay with me in the hostel. You grew up big and I was so proud of you. I am proud of you. You are right about how I couldnt provide everything for you and how you weren't afraid to show that you werent meant to confined to the four glass walls. You took your own life proving that you are right. I love you and but I falter and I am ashamed of it.

You are right. We are too young to get attached. Actually, you are completely right. We are naive and foolish. You are right, but you are wrong too. You are paranoid and zoned out living is your false world of security. You treat a gesture of friendship as courtship. You treat "hellos" as " OMFG!!! LeT MuA bE yUr Bfz.. CoS eUu aReZ So HoTZ!!!!!!111oneoneone!!!".You treat business ettitquetes as desperate dates. You treat sunflowers as roses.

But among all this. You are right. You came and you died on this dirt pile. You gave up the dignity perfection deserves to give flaws hope. You are right but what would you do in my place. You are right but I am not. I tell people to learn from you when I, myself live like the devil in my ears. You are right Lord, but I am wrong.