My Best friend

Do you have a best friend? I don't! Yes, from birth ‘til now, I’ve never had a best friend.

What is a best friend by the way?

A best friend is a friend whom you trusted the most. He is the one who knows all the secret

Well that’s my definition of a best friend. And indeed, I don’t need one! I don’t need someone to cry on because I’m strong and I would never cry. I don’t need to tell anyone a secret because they may tell the world. I’m already grown up and need not to be pampered. And I hate it when anyone knows me better than I do. In other words I don’t need a best friend. Only weak people do…

People say you will need someone to talk to when you’re feeling an intense emotion. I need not to, it’s just a little scratch on my sketch pad and that emotion is gone. If I’m lonely and depressed or is on a very tough situation, they say you need to let it out. I don’t need to tell it to someone, with my coloured pencil; I can sketch my deepest emotion into my sketch pad. It’s the way I do things, it’s the way I express myself.

One time I’m so depressed because I might fail my subject, I decided to commit suicide. Verts. He is the one who knows your happiness and sadness, and knows how to make you happy and sad. He is the one to whom you cry on when your lonely, pampered you when your sad and tamed you when your mad. He knows you more than anyone does. He is the best friend.y shallow eh! That’s me. Then I opened the box where the blade is kept. Inside it were my coloured pencil and the blade of course. Then as I saw the coloured pencil, I remembered my sketch pad. I then searched for it after I’ve put the blade beside me with the coloured pencil. I’m thinking maybe I could sketch one more thing before I die.

That is when I sketch an Island with red moon shinning on a red lake surrounded by pine trees covered by red snow… I titled it “Night of the Red snow.” And know what; suddenly I realized I don’t really want to die. So did not commit suicide thanks to my sketch pad. Now all If I opened my sketch pad and see that sketch I’m always thanking it for the second life.

Another time when I’m feeling so down because I couldn’t go home from the University to my Parents house I made something weird again. I was about to cry that time when I started to scratch my coloured pencil on my sketch pad and I end up drawing a cemetery where there are falling swords from the sky. I titled it “The Judgement.”

But it is not only when I am lonely that do thing like that… Sometime I do it when I’m nervous or very happy. It’s my way to express what I really feel.

So who needs a best friend? I don’t, I told a friend.

==The Beach from my Window ====== The Well in the Meadow ==

Then he ask me, "To whom do you go when you are lonely."

I answered “No one, I just sketch it to my sketch pad then I’m good as new.”

He asked again, “If you’re happy, to whom do you tell it.”

I answered “I just keep it to myself and start drawing what I feel then I’m on the go.”

"Then to whom do you tell your problem." He asked again.I answered again “none except me and my Sketch Pad.”

The he smiled at me and sad, “It’s obvious that you don’t need a best friend.” “You already have one, and it will remain faithful to you ‘til you die.” And that’s when I realized a best friend does not need to be another person. It may be your pillow, your favourite Teddy bear, your favourite chocolate or even yourself. My Sketch Pad is my best friend.

Now tell me, do you have a best friend? I do.