Greenxpink Stories

This is the tragic story of how love isn't eternal and how the imposter has only their best interest in mind. - - - <3 I have the itch to create. Turning to my desk, the tea cup grabs my eye. I toss the tea back; it strikes my tongue, and it's cold, ice cold. I don't care, for all is going to be worth it someday soon. Well, at least, that's what all the angel numbers keep telling me. I need to focus, but my head is buzzing. It's constantly buzzing. The compulsion to sleep, shower, eat, do work, straightforward tasks compelling me. I need to focus, but why? I don't even expect this boy like me. Why do I give him my undivided consideration? Oh, well, maybe it's because we offer each other our attention. Maybe, just maybe, he is falling in love with me as well. Probably not.