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Friday, January 21
朋友。友情

Friendship? Define it.

Personally I had no relationship experience so all I have is my friends. Everyone means something to me, everyone stands a place in my heart, everyone will stand for one another.

But you? You chose to betray our friendship, you chose destroy our reputation, you chose to put words into our mouth, you chose to lie your way through, you chose to act as if nothing happened, you chose to patch things up without telling the truth, and you chose to continue lying to us.

How could you? How naive you're to think that we wouldn't find out? How naive you're to think we will believe what you say? How naive you're to think I(we) can forgive you so easily? How naive you're to think that things will be the same? How naive you're to think that it wouldn't affect us badly? How naive?

Do you think you're really smart to hide it through all of us? Do you think you're the god who have everything in control? Do you think everything is as you've planned? Do you think I(we) will never leave you? Do you ever know how to love yourself? Do you even have brains? Or are you a pea-brain bitch.

I've so much anger and disappointment in you, and I don't care if my words are harsh or I mistaken you, but these are what I know and feel at the moment.

My dearest clique, I'm sorry but meeting you all reminds me of her, she reminds me of all my friends who left me. I dread hanging out because I don't feel like talking about her anymore, but the topic is just there, like a must to talk about her whenever we meet up. A topic to fill each other up with our anger, disappointment, thoughts, and concern towards her.
I'm afraid of festive period because we need to invite her. I don't know how to face this kind of fake person and I don't wish to talk to her. I don't know about you all, but I feel very goddamn awkward with her around.
I still love us, the ten of us of the past, not the ten of us with someone in a horrible mask.
我爱你们。