A little tinge..

It might be the weather.

Or the cheese + egg with bread breakfast I had this morning.

But I somehow I knew that the deep sunken feeling I had isn't all that. Probably contribute a little bit to the severity of it, but isn't the main reason why it was there in the first place.

I feel sort of like, cheated - even though I knew that isn't anywhere close to how the situation is. I kept ransacking my brain of so-called English superiority back and forth for the word that can describe this feeling, this moment, the reason why this feeling is there.

What is it actually?

For the few months we have confided in each other, I would like to assume we are close. I doubted I have any other friends I have confided in as much as that person. A few, but the person definitely tops my list at some point.

It's just driving me crazy on how things should not be blown out of proportion, since all turns out well anyway. But how come I cannot get it out of my head on how the whole thing was handled, how it was insincerely (to me) gathered.

Why should I be the moral observer when I myself knows well that in many instances, I am not completely perfect moral-wise?

I felt a little tinge of betrayal, friend. I am sorry, but I know I cannot extinguish it quite yet. Maybe after I come to terms to it. Give me some time...