#1: I feel ashamed to wave/acknowledge you around school because I feel like I don't deserve to be your friend after all I've done to you. Is it possible to make it up to you? I don't know. Only time can tell. Please, reply my message. I feel horrible, mean, self-centred. Don't prolong my agony.

#2: Honestly, I don't know if I can trust you anymore. You're fucking two-faced. Sure, in front of me you say nice, sweet words. But behind, you're totally opposite. Your superior language abilities does not make you any better than all of us. Use it for good. When I first got to know you, I thought you can be like some sort of guardian/sister. But no, you proved me wrong. I'm just going to treat you normally for now because there's no point being pissed/annoyed at you when I see you every.single.day.

#3: Many things in life won't stay in your life forever. People//things you love/admire, come and go, sometimes without you realising it. When you left us, I felt so lost and direction-less. Then the new one came, and she doesn't give me the assurance like you did. She will never replace you. Your presence formed strong bonds which are now on the verge of breaking up. How do I repair this? I've never felt so hopeless.

#4: The best things in life do not come free. I guess I learnt that the hard way. The journey took years and with just one major decision made, we are all moving in different directions. Sometimes, I look back at all the fun times we had and I wished I treasured our friendship more. I wish I could rewind time. But wishes will just be wishes.

#5: I think I'm a really weak individual. I may try to appear strong on the outside but inside I'm  barely surviving. This past week's happenings bring me closer to the breaking point. I feel like on the verge of tears. Sometimes I feel like screaming but all I can let out is one silent scream in my heart. I've never felt so alone. I've always found it hard to express myself in words to someone. But I guess, typing out my worries here really lightened the load I've been carrying. 2 years of unexpressed emotions is almost overflowing. I guess I do need a hug or a shoulder sometimes.