Once, I really cared when you were acting the way you were.

You didn't speak. You were really, cold.

Got me thinking if whatever was bugging you. I CARED.

I wanted to HELP. But I couldn't.

It's okay, I told myself, I'll give in to your mood swings.

I want to be the best friend I could be to you.

But, I end up crying cuz it was only me that you weren't talking to.

Maybe you didn't notice you acted that way, but I did. They did too.

I asked myself, was I a bad friend? Didn't I give in as much as I can? Why me? Why is it ONLY me?

I blamed myself for everything.

Nevertheless, I defended you when they said bad things bout you.

I was called, stupid, ridiculous, a softy.

"Oh well, it's worth it." that's all I said.

But,

Much have happened to both you and me since then...

And yes, I was hurt.

And yes, I've learnt my lesson.

Now, when you act that way.

I honestly don't know how to feel.

Sad? Disappointed?

Maybe.

The friendship that we had, I thought, could be mended back.

But, it won't ever be the same won't it?

There was a hope there. But...

Guess I've got to wake up.

Emo? I know. Just thoughts.

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