I've deleted your number. Deleted and re-added. Deleted and re-added. How silly I am. I start feeling like I'm a toy. A toy to play when you are bored. I don't get angry. Because I know you are not conscious about this. You are lucky that I have grown up. I don't know what to do but I sort of thinking to react passively. I think I've convinced myself not to do anything proactive. Afterall I need to protect myself. I am on my own.