And so, I guess,

this is it.

To you who no longer reads my blog,

At least I know the true story, though I can't see why it took that long. And it's nice to know, instead of pondering over wtf is going on.

I never thought it would come to this, but what can I do but sigh, grieve, feel hurt, waste some tears. Bitterness, spite, and anger will pass soon enough, but regret will not.

To think I put in so much effort, and treasured things so much. I thought you were always there, and I, in turn, always tried to be there. I once said I trusted you'd never hurt. I guess I was wrong about all these.

It's ironic. Something perfectly good, easily ruined. And I know not who to point the finger at. I can only say that I've tried, to salvage it, and I'm tired- tired of being upset, frustrated, and just putting up with it.

Neither did I think you'd choose not to be upfront about things.

But perhaps, the biggest lie, is me and my life, as you sometimes point out. Perhaps I'm really that horrible, or even worst. I am truly sorry, whether you know believe it or not.

I could go on and on, about how sore I am, and all the things that came to my mind as I huddled under my smelly blanket. But it's pointless, so I hold my peace.

It's been wonderful, and very disappointing to the end. The road to travel from this juncture, lies in your hands.

Love,

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My head hurts from not sleeping the entire night, and I still can't ease my mind enough to just sleep. But pride tells me the rest of my life goes on. I will spend the afternoon reading and listening to music, then go for my run, and practise Gershwin after. (which, by the way, is going horribly).

Things in life, they really come and go, don't they?

Sidenote: This I will remember - 'pat a tat tat!' Cheong Cheong, you're HILARIOUS.