My Grade 10 (S.Y. 2018-2019)

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September 15, 2018

It's Saturday. It's been three days since I got online from my personal account on my Facebook.
I think I'm not ready to see my messages there. I'm still hesitating whether I want to go and see or just continue living in my other accounts and through reading some books, just to ease the pain that I am now suffering.

I know I can't blame him for losing interest in me. I know I'm ugly. I know I have this worse kind of attitude. That's why I don't want to socialize myself more to people. It's my fault. I'm the worse.

I wanted to go to my messages but I can't. I just really can't. Though, I really really wanted to, my fingers can't move them. Maybe I'm just too scared.

After those moments, I got up with my senses to just check my inbox and that I didn't expect at all. He didn't even messaged me. He didn't even bothered to comfort me after doing that terrible confession to me but it's okay. Who do I think I m to demand such a thing right?

I can't even think straight at the moment. All I feel is sorrow, hurt, anger, and more mixed up feelings that I don't want to feel.