Part 17

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Few days went by and I started to be really depressed. I started to be more and more distant from my friends and I also started binge eating. I was able to do everything without my parents noticing. Only thing they probably noticed was the fact I started to be more quiet than before.

One day i was just surfing online and found some cuute ulzzangs. One ulzzang took my attention though. He looked exactly like Mark. I started checking more information about this guy and in the end I found out that he was some filipino kpop fanboy who wants to be an ulzzang. Immediately I sent message to Mark and we were basically shouting to each other.

"HANNAH HOW FUCKING STUPID ARE YOU??? DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM ABLE TO SHOW MY REAL FACE???? DO YOU THINK THE COMPANY WOULD LIKE THAT HUH? HUH?" I was so mad after that and I was really upset as well. Like what did I do wrong?? In my mind i didn't do anything wrong. But he made me feel like all of it was my fault.

Again few days went by and we didn't talk at all with Mark. Then I received a message from him again. 

"Hannah... I love you so much... please forgive me. Hannah please. I'm so sorry. I love you and you know that" said his message. And because I am such a stupid person and I still loved him, I forgave him and everything was fine again.

On the next Monday I had entrance exam to IB high school. It was so nerv wrecking that I almost passed out while taking the exam. And i noticed that there were so many extremely handsome asian guys but because I'm the extremely shy girl type, I never went near them.

After taking the exam, I headed back to school and the school day went just normally. Well almost. And that is because sometimes I like to talk to the teachers and because I really hate smokers, I of course told some of the teachers about these few people who are always smoking and it makes me feel so sick. Also I told her that while getting on bus, people are not queueing but pushing others even though there's no need to push each other.

And as you might have noticed, I didn't talk with Mark since that one day.

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