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24 May 2005

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the truth started sinking into her. alethea did not know what to do. "ok. get a grip. stop whining like a total wimp," she told herself. she tried to think along the optimistic side. but she couldnt. she just couldnt. second time in her life she had been betrayed by someone whom she treated as a real friend. second time in her life she had trusted the wrong person. second time in the life she had been backstabbed. and yet again.. she is the one who is deemed as the bad person who had been backstabbing HER.

alethea was getting hurt and frustrated. SHE had told almost all of her friends that it had been her who had been backstabbing HER. fine with her. take away all her friends. who has been backstabbing who? alethea felt like shouting right in the person's face. no.. they were not speaking to each other anymore. alethea wondered whether SHE had even knew that alethea found out what SHE was doing to her. alethea had heard that she was a top backstabber. many of her friends became her "victims". yet. alethea still trusted her. the wrong move. the worst thing she ever did in her life was to trust her. alethea felt like crying. she had been holding back her tears these few days. "not again. the same old prob. again. hadnt she been getting along fine with everyone else just last week?" she thought. another voice in her head said softly. "yeah. that was before you feel neglected and uninvolved with your team mates." yeah. but is it wrong to feel neglected when in actual fact, she is? now not onli they were neglecting her, they did not seem to care about how she felt too. from now on, alethea swore not to care. "it's my life. i live the way i want. they neglect me, i shall just get involved. if they still dont want me there, i shall just leave them alone. as for that backstabber... she's not worth a friend anymore."

~ { 10:23 PM }
Leaving the CITY;