I'm not angry, frustrated, sad, jealous or irritated. Just puzzled. Whatever you might say or want people to believe, you're just trying to cover the fact. You're trying so damn hard to cover the fact that you believe your own lies. Lies that become truth to you.

You can go ahead being happy with your life. I'm sure you are. Considering that the fault is supposedly mine. What I didn't do, what I could have done. After all that I've done for you, all that time spent in your darkest times, that is how you pay me back. By betraying me when I'm not around.

It's not easy to forget, but it's easy to remember. And I'll always remember what you've done to me. Sure, you were a great friend and all. But at the end, you were no friend at all.

I'm really happy with my life now. But I can't let go of the past so easily. Those years of building up trust can be destroyed in seconds. Thanks so much.