It's the emo season. bad bad bad. And I think I might even get affected. Even if I declare myself happy.

I should just rant it all out. It would be better. It would.

I realised how bad a person I was to you. Occasional thoughts just popped into my head, bits of information were recovered. Information I tried to forget.

When I had a bad haircut, everyone knew it was bad. You said it wasn't. You said I looked fine even though no one had something as hideous as mine. I didn't want to see you with your bald head. I couldn't bear it then even though half the guys had it.

Sometimes I replied when I felt like it, rescheduled countless times, sometimes even put on a grumpy face even though I knew you probably had it worse than me in camp. I didn't put you above things/people I should have put you above. Yet you didn't complain. You never said no.

Alot of times I feel I should have just let it go. Trust in you. Maybe I did, maybe it was just the pride I had. I know it might be too late, but I'm sorry. They, sometimes even I said you had hurt me, but I think I hurt myself.

I can only say this now because it doesn't hurt anymore. No more pain felt. I have moved on. And I'm glad you have too (: