I must be a fool. A fool for falling into a trap that awaits for me. I think it's my fault for having that introvert personality. I'm sorry that you think I wanted to stop things of how they were, also for thinking I was a 'fake' and 'bad' friend. I've enjoyed out times together, and am slowly recovering. I miss the fun we had, but since we're grown, theres no turing back. I'm sorry for not saying a word, ending it off a week after you came back. I don't even have a right to talk to those that I once talked to through you. Nothing ends happily. I'm srry that I don't know how to things. I'm horrible at everything, even when people compliment me. I made a new friend, hanging out with other people. Keeping silent. I miss and wonder if I regreted my decision. Yet why didn't you ask me anything? I know everything was a lie. Everything was A lie, but it was much easier that time...