I'm experiencing a myriad of feelings. Perhaps I'm the devil afterall. And they often say if looks could kill. Well, if words could kill then I shudder to think what would have happen. Sometimes I feel like I'm such an insignificant being in other people's lives. Which then leads me to think, would it have been better if I have never appeared in their midsts?

But that will just bring me down to a certain someone's level. A certain someone that almost infuriated me as much as myself yesterday. Honestly, how could anyone think that I could ever be someone who would make a decent friend? I would like to know the answer to that enigmatical question myself. Like what I've always said, no matter what you'll need your best friends to tide over the hard times and I guess this was very much evident yesterday.

You don't need me.
I'm over-paranoid, devoid of any emotional quotient capabilities and nonchalant.
HaHaHa, yes that sounds just about right.
Guilt trip? Maybe. But this all doesn't change the fact that I'm still a bastard.
Now if only this all was a video game. Then I can simply press the reset button and undo all that I've done.

Bottom line is this:
Whatever I can do for you, they can do better.
Whatever that they can offer you, I cannot.