Cry to Bury

The text messages from last night are still lingering in my mind, repeating themselves again and again. I know I have done nothing wrong and should not be the one who has to suffer the punishment. Anyhow, my belief on friends could not stop me feeling dismay. Tears are hanging on my eyepits many times today already. Why should I be discriminated? B has been a friend of mine for quite some time, yet all the past laughs were bosh. I am not too stupid to tell what is real and fake, still, I treasure everyone I have around. I do need a good cry to bury this friendship.