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Saturday, November 20, 2010
To speak the truth, I'm truly affected by what happened yesterday. Those tears that she shed. Made me realised that I'm not a good enough friend. I'm just not fit to be anyone's friend. That's the don't know how many times I had seen her tear up because she felt lonely and odd one out. I remembered a year ago when I confronted her about being alone and stuff. Telling her to voice out if she's feeling that way. The both of us end up tearing. I ran for the washroom, afraid to let others see my tears and live my life as it was after what happened. After yesterday, I told myself, this can't happen anymore. I must not see her cry for feeling so lonely. Maybe, just maybe, I should leave. At least, she won't feel lonely.
That's the least I can do. Since I can't bring myself to talk and accompany her, I should do something. Nothing's going to change my mind anymore.
words spilled @ 1:58 PM /
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