I'm writing and writing. Letters to my classmates. 7 days left, I'm not sure whether i feel anything anymore. Why must this happen when we have only left with a few weeks together? I had wished we would leave without grudges, but apparently that is not the case. I do not understand. Maybe i don't want to. Writing those letters, i wonder what i'd say when i had got to you. There really isn't much i want to say anymore. I don't want to find our anything that had been left unsaid. I had wanted to say how much i had enjoyed being your friend, how everything had changed. That perhaps we all were to be blamed. But i guess, whatever i want to say is of no use. Even the memories which keep flooding back won't change a thing. We've seen through it all, this facade. Nothing ever changes, friends forever are a scam. No one is ever worth me trusting anymore.

7 days left...