Every line, there's a full-stop. Every memories, there's an ending. I've always thought that fate is the most important. But I've come to realise efforts are also needed. We've never start, so there's no ending. I seem to always be blaming you, pushing everything to you. Yes, I'm really doing that. Because I feel that you're the one throwing away our friendship. You fail to answer all my insecurities, brushing them aside like they never exist. Before I know, you seem to brushing aside my feelings as well. Everything has changed. I'm not an idiot; I can feel it. But right now, I guess even a stranger would be able to see the difference. You no longer need me; I'm no longer special to you. That's the truth I need to accept. No one comes to this blog anymore. Maybe except Sherina and Florence. So I guess it's all right to express myself out loud. You'll never know afterall. Don't blame me, don't hate me. At least, let me leave you a simple memory.