We need to talk.

Off your photograph goes out of my wallet. Then I hesitated. I struggled for awhile and in the end I placed it back to where it originally belongs, in the transparent pocket. I'm disappointed. Fucking disappointed. I don't have the slightly idea why are you doing this to me. I have done nothing to deserve the treatment I am receiving now. Did I make you feel ashame or have I pissed you off? Not that I have recalled. It hurts alot when I found out what actually took placed that day. So I pointed my fingers at the wrong victims all these while. I was mad at the wrong person. How could I have thought it was actually you who didn't want me to be there. Not just anyone else but you. Isn't it such a joke? I was laughing at myself when i was told the truth. Laughing at how naive I was when I used to think that you and me could be friends forever. Now that's an awful feeling.