George something on our history book was famous for the line; Those who cannot remember the past are condemmed to repeat it. But I remembered it vividly and yet, it's repeating itself. I did not ask for all this to happen. Yet I feel the pain that its causing. I keep telling you that I'm no good for you. I'm not who you think I am. I'm not as nice as I seem to be. I'm a bitch. Everyone knows that. I lie, I deceive, I pretend, I backstab. I'm everything thats bad for you. And I'm guilty, guilty for everything. I just feel like running away. Escaping from everything thats causing both of us this much pain.

I still remember how horrible it felt when this happened the last time. Tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face. I'm sure the pain was so unbearable that I won't be able to feel anything even if you stabbed a knife into my heart. The torturing silence that literally killed me. And when you were finally talking to me again, its as if I've been given a second chance to live. And now, it's all happening again. Just that this time is different. The feeling, is different.

Sometimes I wonder to myself if everything you were telling me if real. People keep telling me not to trust you. But, its just that when you say it, it sounds soo real. It sounds like you mean it, like you mean everything you say. I really want to trust what you're telling me is true. But sometimes, what you do shows me otherwise. Nowadays, I just feel like I don't know you anymore. Like you're a total stranger to me. Last time, I use to think I know you best. Like I knew how you felt, or what you like. But now, everything is blur. The image I have of you in my mind doesn't seem to fit who you are now. Did what happen change who you are now? I'm soo sorry to have caused you all this pain. Its my fault. Everything is my fault. I'm guilty of all charges. And guilty of everything.

I just wish to fall asleep and wake up, hoping that I've forgotten everything. If I had a choice, I'd run away now. Run away to a place so far that you'll never be able to find me. Just so that you can carry on without me. And don't worry, you won't miss me when I'm gone.

Without me, you'd be free.

P/S : Liking a person is not judge by how much to you talk to each other. Its about the feelings you get even when you say hi.