i dont know if i should be sad or mad, with what im facing. i dont know if i should be relieved, after expressing, or worried, for what's going to happen next. i dont know if im really the cause of everything because you dont want to tell me anything. i dont know what more im supposed to do to make things right again. i dont know if what i did was enough. i've tried. i dont know if what i did was what im supposed to do. i dont know if putting away my ego is the right choice. i dont know whats on your mind. i dont think you're helping in any way. im not sure if you like it this way, you look like you do. i dont know what else i gotta say. i just hope and wish and pray that you understand whats happening here. i love this friendship too much to an extent that i cried when i shouldnt have. you're really not helping. i dont know whether i was the one who bothered too much in trying to make us like how we used to be or you were the one who cant be bothered at all. it hurts you know. sometimes i wonder if those the times that are spent are those the times that are wasted. sometimes i wonder if i have ever make a difference in you life all this while for you to care. sometimes i wonder do you try to put yourself in our shoes to understand whats happening in here, deep inside. sometimes i wonder if you are sensitive enough to even notice my existence. at times, i think im thinking too much about you to even wonder. i hope you understand. speak up your mind, please.


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