Give-all. Give-in. Give-up.
Negative. Yes, I am. There's always a bubble thought popping in my head with a large question mark embedded on it. Am I sure of this relationship. Nearly. Yes? Actually, NO. I'm middle-struck.
I hate the fact that girls keep on gushing at him when he passes by. I hate the fact that he's looking just fine. Effortless.
dot dot dot.
[I'm having a writer's block. can't type further.]
I'm so effing emotional.
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