you were the one who chose the path that way that day that year. so pls stop telling me all the craps and then cooking up another beautiful satisfying reason to appease me. i am no longer 15 or 16. although i am still not very bright now, although you still know what i am thinking with just a shake of my tail, things arent going to be the same anymore. i bear grudge. memories haunt, scars remind. and you! obviously you should not do what you first did.. one lie is enough. whatever you say is shit to me. i may be softhearted to befriend you again, but never am i going to trust you. not ever again. they ask, why are you still talking to him? cos i empathize? i only know regret is an unbearable feeling..

i just feel life is a joke and we humans are the puppets on the stage putting up a performance. yes, its true what goes around comes around. i cant help you.