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Please don't read it. I'm begging you.
Okay, fine! You're persistent, huh? Do you wanna take a piece of damn shit on what I'm talking about here? Then go waste the seconds of your life. Read.
He's breaking the shit out of me. Hell yea, what has he done to me? I wasn't like this before. Why did I...
Why did I easily fall on a son-of-a-bitch!? I hate myself.
But no matter what I do, he's already stuck in my head. I even remember the time that I first noticed him. Yea, noticed him, not saw him. I saw him maybe alot of times before but only on that time, that what-the-hell time, when I first noticed that little brat. He's kinda cute, and his smile suites him. Behind those eyeglasses are his char- nah, awkward description. Let's just say big. Yea, his big eyes were staring at me. I don't know why. Why is he staring at me? Is there something wrong with me? I acted like I don't seem to notice but felt awkward. Then that awkwardness shifted to the feeling of delight; I felt like flying. I smiled, and I started imagining things which I'm really dying to experience in reality. Uh, that crazy moment. It's all his fault.
Day by day, I was always inspired to see the sunlight. Well, not the sunlight really, but him. But sometimes I learned to hate the glistening sun and love the pouring rain. It used to be a big mess for me if it rained while I'm walking, but because of that stupid guy I learned to enjoy it. Wouldn't you enjoy it if you're with the one that you like under one umbrella? It's so damn fantastic! I thought my heart is leaping. But, yea, I had to control myself. Am I that crazy to let him see that I'm very happy? Nah, no way. Pride man, pride.
I hate you Cupid. Wish Venus never gave birth to you.
Love, love, love. Are you really capable of making our lives miserable? Yes! I'm really, really, miserable, freak. I can't control myself. Why is he so sweet? You know, he speaks so gently. His voice is like a music that I wanna listen for life. His laugh is the craziest yet the best sound I had ever heard. His smile? Yea, it's like fire. It melted the arrogant part of me. I was tamed. And the best part? When I was depressed. When I felt like quitting. He cheered on me. He motivated me. And I felt like being hypnotized by those sweet words that he uttered. It's like nirvana.
I was once dumbfounded. But now I am simply... dumb.
And because I'm dumb, I asked him stupid things which I wished I'd never asked. We were so close then, but suddenly I observed that he's sometimes too busy texting that he ignored the whole damn world. Out of curiosity I asked who is he texting. And in a snap, he told me, "She's [insert bitch's name here]. She's the one I'm courting."
Fuck you.
I was once drenched in total delight. But now, I experience hangover.
Collapsed. I feel like being crashed under a 10-wheeler truck. And because of anger I can really carry that 10-wheeler truck and throw it to that girl. Yea, that bitch. She's very, very lucky. I don't really met her personally but... whoever she is, if she hurts him, she'll gonna regret being alive. And I will kill her.
Nah, just kidding. I'm not a murderer, babe. I can kill her in my mind but, are you an idiot!? I hate blood, man. It's disgusting. Same as I. I'm very disgusting. I hate myself. I hate him. Wish I'd never...
Wait, he texted.
"Hi, how are you? :)"
Am I smiling? Stupid.
He's breaking the shit out of me. Hell yea, what has he done to me? I wasn't like this before. Why did I...
Why did I easily fall on a son-of-a-bitch!? I hate myself.
But no matter what I do, he's already stuck in my head. I even remember the time that I first noticed him. Yea, noticed him, not saw him. I saw him maybe alot of times before but only on that time, that what-the-hell time, when I first noticed that little brat. He's kinda cute, and his smile suites him. Behind those eyeglasses are his char- nah, awkward description. Let's just say big. Yea, his big eyes were staring at me. I don't know why. Why is he staring at me? Is there something wrong with me? I acted like I don't seem to notice but felt awkward. Then that awkwardness shifted to the feeling of delight; I felt like flying. I smiled, and I started imagining things which I'm really dying to experience in reality. Uh, that crazy moment. It's all his fault.
Day by day, I was always inspired to see the sunlight. Well, not the sunlight really, but him. But sometimes I learned to hate the glistening sun and love the pouring rain. It used to be a big mess for me if it rained while I'm walking, but because of that stupid guy I learned to enjoy it. Wouldn't you enjoy it if you're with the one that you like under one umbrella? It's so damn fantastic! I thought my heart is leaping. But, yea, I had to control myself. Am I that crazy to let him see that I'm very happy? Nah, no way. Pride man, pride.
I hate you Cupid. Wish Venus never gave birth to you.
Love, love, love. Are you really capable of making our lives miserable? Yes! I'm really, really, miserable, freak. I can't control myself. Why is he so sweet? You know, he speaks so gently. His voice is like a music that I wanna listen for life. His laugh is the craziest yet the best sound I had ever heard. His smile? Yea, it's like fire. It melted the arrogant part of me. I was tamed. And the best part? When I was depressed. When I felt like quitting. He cheered on me. He motivated me. And I felt like being hypnotized by those sweet words that he uttered. It's like nirvana.
I was once dumbfounded. But now I am simply... dumb.
And because I'm dumb, I asked him stupid things which I wished I'd never asked. We were so close then, but suddenly I observed that he's sometimes too busy texting that he ignored the whole damn world. Out of curiosity I asked who is he texting. And in a snap, he told me, "She's [insert bitch's name here]. She's the one I'm courting."
Fuck you.
I was once drenched in total delight. But now, I experience hangover.
Collapsed. I feel like being crashed under a 10-wheeler truck. And because of anger I can really carry that 10-wheeler truck and throw it to that girl. Yea, that bitch. She's very, very lucky. I don't really met her personally but... whoever she is, if she hurts him, she'll gonna regret being alive. And I will kill her.
Nah, just kidding. I'm not a murderer, babe. I can kill her in my mind but, are you an idiot!? I hate blood, man. It's disgusting. Same as I. I'm very disgusting. I hate myself. I hate him. Wish I'd never...
Wait, he texted.
"Hi, how are you? :)"
Am I smiling? Stupid.
