It's karma. What comes around, comes back around. I started it, and it fuckin' backfired. I'm not pitying myself. I'm not even blaming myself anymore. I'm just asking myself if I'm contented for hurting others.
Bitter. Fear comes with regret. You were the one who gave me my smile. You took it back. Don't say that it's my fault. All I've done was to fucking touch you.
Because it's finally sinking in. We didn't even celebrate. And...I feel like I don't have any friends anymore. Hey, we all change right? Don't pity me.