Being added several times by someone who I have been ignoring every single time he sent me a friend request,
Well ya I know we have to open up for people and start different relationship with others. Also that we shouldn’t really judge people quickly, but … Simply I dislike the guy and don’t give him attention in real life. Why would I add him to my facebook or what so ever? I mean can’t you see that I have already ignored your request less than a week ago??
Why bother and add me? How can I tell you to .. Go on with your life without having me on your list? Ha?
Well, I hope he get it this time that I have just ignored his request.
People should consider understanding each other by their behaviors without the need of actually telling each other what they really want or don’t want.
*raises hand*
Hahaha!
(Source: la-dominicana-loca)
A friend is someone you hold dear:
Someone who is always there, through thick and thin;
Someone who is only a phone call away.
A friend is someone you can always rely on:
Someone who is there to share your thoughts with;
Someone to listen, no matter the subject.
A friend is someone you can feel…
(Source: untamedwritings)

I’ve been struggling recently. Struggling to watch a friend on the other side of the world go through a hard time, and know I can’t do much to help, and if I did try to help, it would be rejected.
I worry about people. People I know. No matter if they are people from my real life, or from timbuktu, they are people. As much as the rational part of my brain might tell me that often the predicament people find themselves in is of their own doing, every other ounce of my being wants to disregard my head, and go with my heart – which is invariably shouting “say hello at least…let them know somebody was thinking of them, even if you can’t do anything”.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be independently wealthy, and travel the world putting things right where they have gone wrong. Lifting those who are low, dusting them down, and putting a smile on their face. The cynical part of me says that such help would be taken advantage of, and yet the dreamer contradicts it with “so what”.
Why do we continue to try and help people who either do not want our help or concern, will not appreciate it, or will flat-out disregard it?
Perhaps because we care.