It hurts.

Almost a week has gone by, and I'm alright. I'm not dying (see Nizam?) and no, I don't have cuts on my arms. I slept early last night, eight30pm. Woke up in time for school, without an alarm. Went to school with a pasted smile on my face. Today, was different. We started the day off with a house assembly, which I, funnily enough, hosted because some girls thought I did a good job hosting Just Red last year at JP. I'll always remember the fun times I had with JPCC Reality :) Those days were fun and carefree.

Wounds take time to heal, and I guess in a way, the pain you feel inside would eventually heal. Wounds would probably leave a scar to remind you of what happened, so what about the inside? Memories are all what's left. I wasn't ready to let go of what I had with him, I really wasn't. As much as I would love to say that I feel a bit stronger today, I feel like I've been thrown down to my weakest point. I can't believe it hurts to just even look at him.

It'll heal right? Not this week, maybe the next.. sigh.

E-mail threats, I don't mind. My e-mail tracks down I.P addresses.. so yeah, I have a rough idea of where you might be located and if I don't, one correct phone call can do a lot. Here's a tip though, never bring in religion when you want to pick a fight. It's just.. wrong.

Things are different now between me and everyone. In my eyes, I'd be in the center, while everything else revolves around me. In their eyes, it'd be them in the center while everything else revolves around them. Note how ignorant we can become? Do you know how it feels to be betrayed? I can't exactly say 'betrayed' directly, but yeah, something among those lines. It hurts.

I just don't understand..