I read somewhere that there are 5 stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.
Finally think I'm reaching the last stage. Been in denial for more than 2 weeks, then just making excuses and getting angry over someone who didn't care. Yesterday, hit the limit. Didn't want to scare anyone, but had been crying in secret at night for a few days. Yesterday was the breaking point. Everything just loaded up and I couldn't stop. My club issues, FYP, my jobseeking problems, my health, even normal lessons. And you. It felt so bad, so uncomfortable inside I had to let it out.
It's not like you cared though. As expected, you didn't even bother to talk to me regarding the visit to the doctor, nor the other problems I had talked about.
So today I tell myself it's no longer worth the effort. I will continue to work hard for what I should, and I will let your chat drop lower and lower until I have the courage to delete your number. I will go back to my corner to study and meet people, but I will not be affected anymore.
Maybe I'll still be sad inside for what could have been. But there is no point to allow the walls to be put down anymore.
