Dear Feelings,

It's been four months now. I've tried so hard to contain you inside for so long and now I've let you out. Once and for all.

Yup, I've come clean. I told him everything bout you. Bout how miserable you make me feel and it is affecting me somehow. And the best part is, I finally knew the last piece of the puzzle.

No, this isn't a drunk speech. This is not a confession. This serves as a reminder. I guess I will still be living my own prophecy. Guys that I like will never like me, and I will never like guys that like me. Think it's silly? Well it's been true as hell so far.

But oh well. At least I know not to react to this. Instead I respond, and I think I responded pretty well to it. I'm not feeling pain, not even sadness. Not that I'm happy either. A bit of mixed feelings maybe. I guess I learn how to look under the table for the silver lining. Well at least we don't have to play the guessing game.  And I'm going to try to crush you. My self esteem dropped again, but I have been warned, didn't I?

I do hope I didnt put a strain to our friendship (I hate to use this word, 'friendship'. Sounds so high school right? But 'relationship' sounds so wrong innit?) by letting you out of the bag. He's still important to me, I can't put my finger to it why. But thank you for being here with me, the whole time. I love this feeling. Till I see you again, but for now you're going to be forgotten for a while. :)