So here it goes.
I was a man hater, seriously. I hate everything about guys. Well, there is an exception of course. (i.e; My favorite boybands, celebrity crushes and stuffs)
I was on my way to school when I saw this certain guy. I know I have seen him somewhere around our campus. Maybe last year because he seems so familiar. Very familiar. But, nah! Nevermind, not interested about him anyway.
Everyday is hell day at school. Except for Fridays. Hooray for Fridays! Lol.
Alot of people were asking me lately if I'm a lesbo. (Well, almost!) And I just keep saying yes because I feel like I'm going to be.
"Hey you. Where are you going?" My classmate Steve asked
"Outside, just gonna roam around the court, I guess." I answered
"You need to smile sometimes, you're not the old you anymore. You were very cheerful back in our freshmen days. What happened to you?" He asked again.
"I don't know." I whispered then got off our classroom
I just can't seem to bear with the pain anymore, as if I'm in pain! Lol. It's just, I'm so vulnerable and fragile. And I don't feel like smiling all the time. I'm so used with this "pokerface" and "expressionless" face rather. Nobody cares about what I feel anyway.
As I walk around the campus, I saw the guy I've seen earlier. If I didn't saw him then probably I wouldn't recognize him by now. I took a quick glance at him. I was mesmerized by his eyes. Those eyes.. I don't know, but my spirit lifted up. This is VERY unsual. He was about to look at me when I look away from him. Phew! That was close. I just pretended to look at the other way. And I'm smiling. I really don't know why but I like his eyes. I wanna look at it one more time but I guess once is enough. I'm gonna wait until I see him again.
