Saturday, 25th of January. 4 o'clock in the evening.
I won't ask Audrey out. I'm cancelling it.
Fuck this eroe guy. Whoever he is.
So she likes me too. But not the way I had expected.
I'm sick. I caught a cold.
The feeling. My feelings for her is still there. It's faint, but I can feel it. I know it.
Most of them have been stripped away. Smashed. Stomped. Thrown away to hell.
It's not her fault, though. It's mine.
I'm gonna rest.
Today was a beautiful day. The sunniest day in weeks of depressing rain. I would've never thought of spending it like this.
I'm semi-crying right now. I'm not crying, but tears are escaping my eye sockets.
I'm currently translating my chat history with Angel and Jane.
Those pictures below are taken from Audrey's ask(dot)fm page. http://ask.fm/PsychicBlade
See ya around.
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