It’s over. Like, really. Like, everything.

I know that you must be really hated me right now. It’s okay, hate me all you want. For me, I’m just saving our lives. You said yourself that you are tired of saving this relationship. So then, what’s the point of holding on when everything is just sooo hard? For me, I just can’t anymore. I am tired. Tired of having argues, tired of jealousness, tired of holding on you.

Looking at your friends, it’s hard not to get jealous. It’s hard not to think that they’re better than I am. It’s hard not to think that they suit you, not me. And I am tired of feeling all of those. Why do you keep telling me to ignore it? It can’t be ignored. Look at me! In the princess and the pauper story, I’m the pauper, and they’re princesses. I'm trying so hard not to let those trashy things get into my mind. But, can't. And any other things? There's still many. So, I just…..can’t anymore.

Please understand.

Thank you for everything, for the (actually) amazing 16 months.

I’m so so so so sorry.

Hmmm. It's been a while, huh?
It's already 2011 and I haven't written anything down yet. Don't be disappointed yet! I have something to share. Sadly, this is nothing good. It's a piece of my crap.

You, came back. Not in the way I want it. You, came, virtually. And just when I was thinking of you all day, these days. Just when I opened 'the story'. It shocked me. I cried. Really. When I knew that it was you, who chat me. It's like, "Oh my God! What's this all about?"

We talked. Like nothing ever happened before. Like we were a totally old good friends who haven't seen each other for a, really, long time. We talked about something common. And then it's me who ruined everything. But I can't keep it for another three years. I asked, about the truth. About everything that happened. I want to know the truth, the real truth. I've been living in a confusion craving for your ever-lasting-existence.

You gave me them. The truths. I cried. A lot. My heart hurt. A lot. Again. A lot.
You said, "sorry".
And then it's me who ruined everything again for saying something pointless. Then came the time you said, "just forget it". That's when I knew, that, my time had been up. The time when you loved me. It's all over and nothing more. It's my fault. If only I hold on you for a little longer. Now, it's all too late.

Thank you. And. Sorry.

Really wish you happy with everything you have now.