Being hurt, made me thought of a poem which I once read, and I reflect upon its contents and what it is trying to express. The sentence which is emblaze in my heart goes like this,
"The greatest pain in life, is not to die, but to be ignored and forgotten."
How true indeed, maybe I cared about them and treat them as my friends, but probably to them, I might just be a playing partner who occasionally tag along when there is a lack of players. I did tried my best, but it was not enough. To them, I will always be a female and a lousy player. How ironic the fact is.
Throughout the whole game, I was angry. Really, really boiling with a capital B. What is happening with me? I am confused, why am I reacting so aggressively? It is really so painful in the heart sometimes that my defences came up to protect myself.

