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Sunday, March 22, 2009

i never thought it would hurt so bad.
this is what i call scarred for life.

as i reread the conversations, i realised i haven't gotten past everything at all. i thought i had; but in fact i haven't. everything that i did was merely a means to escape from what i do not want to face.

but as tears streamed down my face the night before, i understood it wasn't just betrayal i faced. it was a period of solitary and loneliness. not to mention hatred towards me. and the immense depression i felt everytime.

nevertheless, everything is over now. and they got their deserts. i really do pity you; you have nowhere to go now that everyone knows of your doings. just your stupid ridiculous desperate measures - but you succeeded; you made me cry.

alot.