Have you ever felt being forgotten, being out-casted and the all-around suspect? Yes? Well, welcome to my life, dear where you can experience good friends then all of a sudden, a stranger… always around then all of a sudden left out… and most of all, being innocent, the all of a sudden, a killer.
I got this friend whom I share my experiences with. We share great experiences, sad or good, and even the love of our lives. Well, not actually love, I guess his love and my less than love. Then, all of a sudden, no beep, no communication, no anything! We meet along the corridor with my eyes trying to meet his just to say hi! Buthis are not meeting mine. He walks past me (Hello, stranger!) and my life goes on.
I don’t know what I’m feeling right now… It’s as if I’m not a part of them. Do they really want me being with them, or they just got no other choice? Why do they have to go there without me? Why do they have to plan it without informing me? Why? Then one of them will just say ”You’re so late with the issues!” Why, is it my fault that nobody didn’t dare to care in informing me about the “Love Triangle Issue”. The other one said, ”You just don’t understand.” Why, did anyone care to tell me so I can understand the issue? In one nasty moment during that time, I thought, “What if I slash myself from TCB? Will it make a difference? Now, I’m starting not to move on.
You’re always the one who faults, the one who’s wrong and the one that’s black with the sound of Baaa! She lost her pen, it’s your fault; he tripped over, it’s your fault; the computer broke, it’s your fault; there’s a cockroach, it’s your fault; you cooked dinner, you’re lazy; you forgot something, you’re stupid. Anything missing? You’re dead, it’s you’re fault. Life struggles to move on.