i saw. i found. it left me broken. i know it's my fault. i brought it upon myself. i shouldnt see that box. i shouldnt open that box. i shouldnt see the letter i shouldnt even open and read the letter. but the fact that it is so carefully kept (hidden)... it hurts. thats when i start to doubt about my worth. and her worth.
so carefully kept. seems so treasured. when mine are left all over in the cupboard.
i appreciate all that u've done for me. standing by, holding on. but my worth? not much i guess.
it's killing me inside. i've loved this guy with practically my whole life. and now this happen.

"go do watever u wan. stay out as late as u wan. go out with anyone u wan. wear anything u wan."

so i'm this shallow to u?
why not put urself in my shoes and see how u feel?
i feel so lost. so confused. so cheated. the letter's content was like i broke u guys up. and i start to think why i didnt leave u at that point of time? why didnt i let u get back with her in the first place? u wanted her right? until i came along. i shouldnt go pjc. i should have left pjc. i shouldnt let myself fall in love. then all this would not happen. and probably i would be dead by now. which doesnt sound too bad either.

what's love?
it should be about us.