There are also times when I think of the people who became such a disappointment to me, especially those who I used to call friends. Honestly, I've never had much fallouts with friends. It must be because I'm a good friend or my friends are kind enough to understand and accept my imperfections. It's stupid really, that these so called friends can't rise above petty misunderstandings but I guess that's how things are.
I was a stranger in a strange place. I was vulnerable. Maybe I was too quick to accept them into my life. Maybe it was wrong to think that they considered me as a friend. Maybe I wasn't supposed to trust them at all.
Now, as much as I don't want to, I feel resentment towards them. I feel betrayed. Sometimes I feel I hate them even. :(
I was and will never be perfect. I might have said some hurtful things. But I genuinely cared for a time.
I never saw this coming. I don't know if it will still be mended. For now, I'm sad and hurt. Only time will tell.