The feeling of knowing that you are a substitute is exactly like having a red hot knife cutting through your heart, just like cutting through butter. It just leave you breathless. I never thought I would be in such a situation.
It feels so much like a betrayal.
The question asked to me was, "Did you ever think that it would be otherwise?"
Am I supposed to take comfort in this? Am I supposed to forgive cos I was already forewarned?
Somehow, somewhere, it has to end.
Why me? Why did it have to be me? Did I do anything wrong? Why me?!
I want to cry, but somehow the tears just will not flow. I want to yell out, to scream out my pain but no sound come out.