These days had not been my best days, but they certainly made me sure of somethings.
The truth would be that I am nowhere fine.
It's true, losing a friend is no different from losing a lover.
This time round, truthfully, I have no idea what happened.
No one wanted to enlighten me, they just stared with accusing eyes.
So I guess it's my fault.
I know I'm not the most likeable person around, constantly with a million-dollar smile on my stoneface.
Neither am I amongst the elites.
But I know whatever I'm doing now, whoever I am now, is truly just who I am.
People can disagree with my method of self-preservation, I am fine with it.
In fact, go ahead and hate me. Sometimes, I hate myself too.
I just need the reasons, namely the truth, and not some fabricated reasons that's obviously not true.
The only logical thing to do now is to clear this up.
If it's a misunderstanding, let's clear the doubts and move on.
If it isn't, then we shall move on accordingly.
Basically, it's time to move on.
I really feel the need to apologise to a handful of my friends,
for making them worry about me and wondering what happened to me.
I'm sorry if I only gave an overview, or simply kept this under wraps.
Everyone's tired and exhausted, and I don't want to cause an extra burden or to aggravate matters.
I'm not going to try speculating the reasons, or to derive with a theory of my own.
I really hope you'll tell me why, because this is not the way to end the friendship.
Thanks.