...thank you note to a backstabber.

..crappy.

I have been backstabbed before. But this one is sure one of the greatest feat ever.

I've tried my best watching my back. But this time around, I think they stabbed it using some invisible pitchfork, knives, or maybe it's the big forklift itself. I am just too blind.

Anyhow, too late to linger on it. You move on, backstabbers and what's not. You stab my back, I stab yours. With both hands.

I trust you as a friend, but this is actually being said of me behind my back. You have just made me lose perspective of my work, and whom I should trust. For that, I must thank you. Because, if it's not for you, I will continue to trust blindly, everybody, I am in good term with.

And thanks to you, I have regained my sense of suspiciousness with everything I had to deal with. I know that I need to keep my real friends close, and my enemies closer. Maybe that is what you were doing all these while; keeping me closer than any of your friends. Why didn't I see this, I don't know.

Thank you again.