I honestly don’t know why it took me this long to realize that i was too stupid. I probably even surpassed the meaning of ‘stupid’. I’m pretty sure i went beyond that.
It was hard to hear what my friends think of my situation. My pride (or at least what’s left of it) was holding back the tears from falling from my eyes. I didn’t like the feeling when i looked at my friends’ eyes staring back at me with pity. IT KILLED MY SOUL. It was almost like.. my situation broke my heart but seeing pity from my friends’ eyes pulled out my heart off of my chest.
In the end, what happened was something to learn from. The story started with a gentleman who turned out to be a real asshole. To be honest, i don’t know what the truth is. I don’t have the slightest idea of what he really thinks about me but even without closure, this story deserves an ending and it’s tragic.