The Return

I hate it. It's coming back again. Maybe because of all the pressure and the fact that I'm sleep-deprived for most of the week.

I keep seeing things that are in some way related to him especially his friends. That, I don't mind. It's the fact that they keep looking at me like I'm some guilty criminal. Emmm. Hello!!! Who was the lying, back-stabbing party here? Who started this whole thing in the first place? 70% of me regret even knowing him. And the funny thing is that I didn't even do anything. I didn't even in any way provoked him to know me. I'm sooo totally innocent.

"When are you gonna get over this?" A question my friend asked me the other day. That's one question that I don't know the answer to. In one way, I'm so over it. But I just can't accept the fact how stupid I was. One part of me wants to act like nothing happened; to just act normally with him. Like normal friends. HAHA. Very funny. How can you, right?

'I saw straight into him. I didn't recognise him anymore. Was he really the person I once knew?' I'm not sure whether what I saw was true. A collision occured but not even a sense of acknowledgement was given to the other party.

Lots of things remind me. Books that fall. Guys eating in huge groups. A rainy day. Even the way I walk. How I suck at Geography. The library. That whats-its-name football club. Food that fly. They remind me on occassions when I'm down, tired, not in the mood, feeling used again; you get the picture.

Maybe. Just maybe he didn't mean it. He said that he did't want to hurt me. Well, guess what? Mission not accomplished.