Its midday, class ended early and I'm sitting here alone. She has lessons, the guys have lectures. You might think that I'm being a loner by isolating myself, but I've grown used to this feeling. Being alone in this world with no one to trust and no one you see fit to help you in times of need. Yes it's a horrible feeling, but it's one that I'll have to get used to. It doesn't hurt as much as before, to think about it would be like driving daggers into my chest. But I've tried to suppress it as much as I can and I know that there's still a long way to go before I get over it.

Listening to some music, Michael Jackson to be exact, trying to drown myself in work to rid my mind of these thoughts. I know that I have sinned and probably casted a truckload of curses, for that I don't mind going to hell. I mean if I didn't then I guess I would be sort of emotion-less. But if a hurt like that could come pouring down so quickly, I would be more than happy to cut ties and get on with life.

I guess this has really taught me a lesson, friends, can be kept for we all need them. But just be aware that you should never let your guard down or let them into your world for that matter. Keep them at arm's length and life will be smooth sailing. Don't trust anyone, or trust yourself the most. For if you even let someone behind that barrier, I swear they will step over your head and kill you without thinking twice. I've learnt that the hard way.

But its bitter-sweet I would say, for if this didn't happen, who would've known when it would? A backstab could have happened much later in my life and cause dire consequences. So I'm glad it happened now, at least it gave me a slice of reality and knocked some sense into my head. But don't take it the wrong way, I'm not thanking anyone but fate itself for giving some street smarts. So to whoever caused me this grief, thanks, and I guess I'll see you in hell.