Recently, I became a facilitator for a Night Cyling Event. Yet again, I was given the toughest group of kids to handle. It was tough for me but I'm glad my co-faci was always there to keep me sane and ensure that i was safe always.
But at the start, it was really a torture. Cycling around West Coast Park and East Coast Park. The two places that I had unforgettable memories with you. Better still, I had to partner up with your other half. It was painful; knowing that what used to be our special place, is no longer ours. I cried while cycling around WCP. It's the place where we sat beside the sea, we had the scenery all to ourselves. Where you looked at me as if I was the best thing that had ever happened in your life.
You promised me you wouldn't leave. (If i ever left you, just find me at Bukit Batok Blk 314 - him) How can I not be angry. How can I not be sad. How can I not feel betrayed. You lied. It's been 7 months and I'm still not over you. Stupid right?
And now that the entire group knows about you and her; 'ship-ing the both of you on whatsapp'. How can I live with that? As much as I want to leave that group, it's my responsibility to stay as a comm member. Why did I even join in the first place? It's like I'm stabbing myself every single day. I was the cause to all of this. Dumb dayah dumb.
I should just dissappear. People won't notice anyways.
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