This is going to be a long post. I don't mind if you leave.
I blocked my blog. He's been reading my blog since I don't know when. T_T He knew everything about me but I don't know a tiny shit about him.
Now I know why he did all those things that gave me dilemma whether that feeling was still there or not. He gave me Xiao Bai because he felt guilty. He still chats with me because he don't want me to feel lonely. He sometimes still cares because that's what a friend does. He tells me random stuff because he feels like sharing it with a simple friend. That's all. The end.
Please don't try to comfort me by saying that it's me thinking too much. I am so sure about it because he told me something. The moment he told that
something, I was like, yeah i know! I'm fine. And I gave him that stupid grinning face. Do i sound fake? He believed, right?
I'm starting to think about things i hate again. There's a "she", right? That's why things changed, eh? "She" is the one who receives his text every morning. "She" is the one who he chats with from day to night. "She" is the one who he cares a lot that he goes to her house just to see her. "She" is the one who he wants to share about everything.
Today is his birthday. This morning I sent him a simple birthday text. He replied. And the conversation ended. Just now, I texted him again. Yes, I so
don't want face. T_T He said he went out for movie with his friends. His friends. Will "she" be one of them? "She" is with him on his birthday. "She"... Thinking about this, tears started running down again.
I was crying when he texted back. Typing those smiling emoticons made me cried harder. It's killing me inside but I have to pretend that I am fine. Ironic, isn't it? The conversation ended again. I lied. I said I wouldn't cry. I said I no longer care. I said I'm over you. Because I knew he's viewing my blog. I don't want him to text me because he felt sorry. I don't want him to pretend that he cares about me. I don't want him to feel annoyed.
Tears won't stop. Every night, I pull the blanket over my head, with Xiao Bai in my hand, I cry. It's so dark inside but i felt safe. Last night, my mom pulled my blanket and saw me crying. She asked me what happened. I don't know what to tell her. I just shook my head. She knew something's wrong with me. So I tried my best to laugh and joke around as usual.
How painful it is to recall those memories that used to be so sweet. How hard i tried to hold back my tears when I remember the way you talk to me. How much I miss those times when you used to send me morning text. How you stayed back or came back to campus just to accompany me. How we used to have endless topics to chat about.
Do you understand how I feel?
Hey there, Happy birthday. By this time next year, if someone mentions about you, I bet I will be able to say, Oh it's his birthday? I forgot.
It was expected. But it still hurts. :'(