Prologue
If I said Good-bye, would you cry? I am the one who cannot cry now, can you shed my true tears? Forget everything I say, do you want to forget? You can forget if you want to, why should I care? The memories we made were just somehow false. We are friends, but we were never the best of friends. For I who was too stubborn and jealous, I do not think I earn your trust nor friendship. I was always hurting inside, for I do know I am not the only one who is. Still, this pain is just too much, I try to deal with it, but it just keeps coming back and getting worse. I wonder whatever happened to being myself? I tried but just got confused on the road. People think they are guiding me, but it is just too hard or I am just making it hard for me. I keep trying, but trying doesn't cut it. Anguish is taking over. Coming to us, enmity. I guess, I am just looking for help. The help that I need, the help that can catch me, the help that can reach out to me. No one listens to what I say, for I have gone too far or am too helpless. Everyone is cool enough to kick it off with, but it gets worse and worse as time goes by. You know, sometimes you'd just wish time had stopped. But it can't, it would just be a time of dismay.
