I didn't really want to talk about this, because I intended to let it go, forget about it, and maybe things will return to what it was again. But then maybe what it was wasn't what I thought it was. Perhaps Weilong is right to say the friend I had didn't work both ways. And that I was the only one who thought I made a friend.

What hurts isn't exactly what happened, but the thought of her trying so hard. I can't say I don't care what others think, but at least that doesn't bother me as much as her intentions. What hurts is how much she wants me to be hurt, not exactly what she's done, but what she thinks. That kind of sucks.

I thought that since she doesn't know I know, if I pretend I knew nothing, we'll still be friends. That's when my chess partner reminded me that's not really friends. And that was when I realise, I just don't want things to turn ugly. I admit that's running away from reality, but sometimes reality really sucks so much nobody wants to face it.

So maybe you know who you are. Maybe you don't. Maybe you know but you'll come up with some reason to make me believe I misunderstood. Ha.

At least I've a week away. I want camp so badly suddenly.

10:06:00 AM because I say so