It's been... almost a week now.

And if you thought that I've been happier, no, you're absolutely wrong.

But I couldn't deny that I'm much relived and stress' no longer holding on me.

Yeah, I went out a lot. At times like this, something simulates me to do so.
It's not like I'm happy, I'm just letting go all those sucky feelings that I have,

trying to enjoy life rather than locking myself up in the room, and emo. or cry.

That's totally not me anymore. I don't feel like being a girl.
All these months you've been teaching me how to be strong.
It's painful but now it's not a problem for me to be alone.
I'm independent enough already, and I trust what I can do.

I do not favour spitting my feelings ever since... I gave up hope on you.
That's why I'm wearing the smiley mask. 

But you came back, you turned over a new leaf. 

And that was shocking. I couldn't really cope with that.

But I'm happy that you realised.

I know, we did the craziest thing together.
We enjoyed each other's company. 

We wanted to go see the world.

We could talk about almost everything.
And you gave all you had. Your time, your everything.
But I felt guilty instead, because the feelings I have weren't quite right.
I was clouded with confusions and uncertainty.

And it seem like I should put an end to everything,

because I was messed up and I want to hurt you no more.
It hurts to see that you would stand by me every single moment.
Even if I'm wrong, and when I'm right.
What you're capable to do of are perfect enough, 

but seriously, I don't deserve you.

You hate dragging over matters.
So do I, but I couldn't decide and didn't know what to do.

But now it doesn't matter anymore, everything's over.

I'm so sorry. We had to do what we have to.
And there's no turning back.

It's time to collect some of your belongings.