Only one feeling you left with me: sick.
I used to think I never feel regretful for anything. I never regret for leaving S for the US. I never regret for missing the graduation and prom last year. But now I realized I was wrong. I did regret for one thing: encountering you and making friend with you. The reason why I'm desperate for months at the beginning of this year is totally YOU. NOTHING ELSE.
You have no idea of pain, the mental pain. It's like suffocating all the time under the deep, abysmal sea. It's like falling into a bog. Every time I try to struggle and battle, I'm just stuck in that damn bog deeper and deeper. All of you are just standing right besides the bog and watching me swallowed step by step. All of you ignore my silent screaming for help and stay together very intimately and then just walk away.
Again, I'm so sick of you again.