You don't know me

I'm sorry...

I didn't reply your messages, didn't pick up your calls because I was really pissed off by your secret almost these two months.

How could you conceal me everything like this? You didn't want me to care or worry about you? 

Why didn't you thought of my feeling? You always care for me but you never give me a chance to do something back for you. EXPLAIN IT!

Since I called you friend, it means you are one of my significant parts so please don't make me feel useless, fearful and anxious for you like this anymore.

You're so selfish! You'd rather keep and suffer every pain on your own than share or complain to me about your business life. Why? What is this friendship for? 

You're on intravenous drip at hospital by yourself and you say to me that you're fine?

Who is the one that used to consider me your only best friend, your little sister, your close relative, your family? Who am I to you now? 

Who promised me to remember this "You can't love someone unless you love yourself"?

I cried heaps...half I was mad at you, half it scared my hell out too much to make sense. I was afraid that everything would happen again. It's like anybody who is concerned to me seems to meet bad lucks in their lives. 

I dreadfully hate myself! Felt like that was my fault at all.

Dear you, please make me feel guilty no more...My pieces of heart are small enough, you don't need to pulverize them to dust =] I'm tired...really tired!

Peace,

- Hal