I am a cold person. I am unfriendly. I am bad. I am...a loser. Knowing no one likes me or pretended to like me really hurting my soul.
I don't want to open up to anyone else before, but they changed my mind that there's still people who cared, and loved me.
Being hurted by someone you loved, many feelings going through me. Hate, hurt, anger, disappointment, sad and happy. Yeah, I'm happy for meeting her again and seeing she's happy with hurting me, it makes me happy too.
"You've fallen for me, haven't you?" He said so sure of himself, even if the told the truth
"I have higher expectations than this" I said while pointing at him
"Waa, so cold" he shrugged pretending it was cold
"So what?" I asked coldly
"I like it"
[#48 Hospital - 12/8 - 2018]
[#5 nurse - 20/7 - 2019]
[this is my own story and my own ideas]
[slow updates!]
[first ff so I may be bad at this!]
PS: This book was written when I was younger and therefore it is poorly written and has many grammatical mistakes! And I haven't had time to edit it yet.