The Reality About Love

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(c) wreckthoughts

Cliche.

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I've been going out of my mind for a few hours now.

I can't continue what I'm doing.

I can't concentrate.

I can't stop myself (more likely my heart) to feel "cloud 9" every time I recall that instance.

It's frustrating.

What makes it even harder is the fact that I don't want to feel this way..

I don't want it with him.

I hate him.

I really do.

But every time I convince myself that I do.

I am running back to the past.

I am running back to him.

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To stop this madness, I decided to go home. 

By that, I mean to my condo.

It's much easier in there. 

No Aaron and memories of him.

As I was packing, a beep ruined the silence I've been experiencing for quite some time now.

I got curious since nobody really likes to talk to me..... after what happened. 

I remember how I'm the center of talks in school.

Well. I still am.

But more on the downside now - how bitch I am, how flirt I am and how stupid I am to be involved in such relationship.

I sighed. Uh.

The beep came from a text.

From: +6390623xxxxx

Hi, are you okay? ;)

Who the hell is this?

To: +6390623xxxxx

If you're one of those bashers/haters that is pretending to be an angel, I don't need your sympathy. Just leave me alone and fck you. x