Here is my submission for Sakura Dust's lovely challenge... XD
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So... The friend I am talking about is a RL friend and an internet friend. And I'm currently thinking that she's more an internet friend that a RL one... Why ? Well, she's not talking to me for real, only by MSN and, before, by theO. If I didn't had internet, we won't even talk. So, our only arguments are on internet. Because she doesn't have the guts to do it in real life. She's afraid to see me but not to stab me everydays on MSN or by e-mails...
I've also always hated her attitude on theO, maybe because I knew her in RL... She build up a fake personality to be liked, as a lot do on internet, I guess. But she was the kind to submit works and saying all along the caption that it sucked. Then, don't post it... Besides she was like never proud of anything she submitted, she never gave her heart in anything she ever done. But her fake personality here always saved her, I guess... It's easy to hide behind an "XD" or "T_T"... And that's also the reason why I never said anything, wishing that she would get what "will to improve" means. And that she would stop complaining.
I am definitely a daydreamer.
Then, there's MSN... and I think everything is said on my world about it. Finally, what about us in RL ? 404 NOT FOUND maybe... Because she only sees what she made of me. Worst, what she thinks I am.
She deleted her account, I claimed back the pseudo she was using here and there which is actually the name of a character I truly love and it was heartbreaking to watch it being damaged by such a person : DiscreetV.
She could have changed her username, though. But I'm ain't gonna complain. She's still here after all, on an other account.
Victoria, if you see that, nothing new as you noticed. With all my love... please change and be finally the good person you truly are...! Or else, stop telephonin' annoying me, I'm kinda busy with people who deserves or needs my friendship.