HAHA. I have butterflies on my stomach, not because of anxiousness or kilig, but because of resent.
Why did I let myself fall?
I’ve already told myself to trust my instincts. And still, I need to hit my head against something harder than it. Hoho.
I’m virtually laughing while reflecting on how stupid I am.
I want him. I want him gone. I want him for myself. I want…
I want him.
And I let myself get sucked into this infatuation.
Now the tables have turned.
I’m now the one who’s after him.
I need something to distract me and divert my attention.
I want him. I like him. I love him.
But I just know that he will hurt me.
So why do I still let him take over me?
Oh God, what have I done to myself?
I need someone to hit me in the head.