WHY ME??
Why me Zan? Why me? Why am I always on the other end, where you use me to vent out all your anger? Why am I the only one you beat the crap out? Weren't we friends since first grade. Whatever we did that time, we always did it together. Gradually, things changed. And You changed too. 'Changes are for good' I thought. But, you changed to something I never thought. Something my mind couldn't grasp. You were the one whom I trusted with my secrets. But, what I got in return as your payback was your fist. Yes, I was your living walking punching bag. I let you use me as a Rag. Every time. Still holding on to the weak thread of our long gone friendship. Believing, we were still friends. And that you may change and the situation might too. But, nothing changed. NOTHING . Why me Zan? Why me? Why am I...