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Sunday, January 31, 2010 @ 12:35 AM
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To whom it may concern.

After all this while, after that incident, after that night, I knew things were about to change. When you told me you're okay, I know that you're never okay. I really know how it feels like to be in your shoes, but it's really something I cannot control or do. I still feel guilty for what I've done, and I really can't put myself to face you like how I used to before that day. Remember in the afternoon when I met you, I tried my best to not shed a tear, but at D's place, I cried like fuck knowing that you knew what had happened. It really sucks to know something the hard way, I feel you. But, I know I'm being selfish and I really don't know how you are able to act normal towards me.

Please do not do anything to yourself. You shouldn't be the one doing those things, it should be me. I was the one who was at fault, not you. You're a really good friend, I really can't afford some as retarded as you. After reflecting, I know I'm someone who's selfish. I did try my best to tell you on that very day, but I told you in a way that's indirect. I really hope that you're not gonna do anything to yourself. I still owe you a fucking Venti Starbucks drink. Please. You do know, I'll always be there for you even though I'm not of any help. But still.. you know, I know.

Sorry, and please take care.