Sometimes I think about how we used to be friends and I feel guilty. I remember E&C week. That toilet incident. &That time when you offered to run with me. These are nice memories of friendship I had with you, or what's left of it anyway. Bet you wouldn't even remember them, only things you can make use of is of importance, is it not? I used to think that you were one of the nicest guy I've ever known. How naive. How wrong of me. Because the truth is that you never cared much for anyone but yourself. You and your bloody ego.

I feel like slapping you. You're worst than ___________. &That says a lot.