So, insomnia huh. I have so much bullshit in my head. I honestly wish blogger can have black background and white fonts while typing so my eyes don't have to squint.
Idk what I'm really thinking. It's a good thing we both agreed being like this to each other, even when he clearly knew I didn't stop the feelings. We got jealous for each other. I knew, he knew too, but still we won't cross the line anymore.
I didn't ask you out, I'm just being responsible to treat you.
Uhm. He taped my back. (My back freaking sucks.) He said I gotta do full stretches from now on. (Oh so that's why, sometimes I forgot to warm up my arms) I still feel kinda awesome cuz he really does care.
Breaking up makes us... so daring. I could tell him everything rn. Like everything, and not be afraid of him getting pissed, cuz it's my life. And he could tell me stuff too, many stuff.
It's just his reaction. His reaction was nothing much.
If it's fifty fifty, it must've been hard to break up with me. And when I've swallowed my pride, begging you not to leave like a brainless shit, it must've been hard too, for you to still be an ass. For the sake of us, you've done alot.
I should thank you for not reacting much, but I guess there's still a part of me wishes seeing you wanting me back. Guess you were just so good at pretending.
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