How do you properly hate someone who is naturally charmingly intimidating that without doing anything, makes your brain neurons unable to form proper words?
I sometimes hate me.
I may just get used to rejections.
But I'll never get used to what I feel afterward.
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Do you know the feeling when you just want to let all the feelings out and cry without a care in the world?
This is the very moment when I feel the very exact thing.
But I have no one to sit beside me while I am busy sniffing on the tissues.
I guess I should just manifest this into something more, um, immortal.
So I write.
I just don't know what to feel every time I go the canteen and look up at the room of my shattered dream and not being able to go in there without feeling awkward and left out.
God, I sound so exaggerating, don't I?
I know. I am sorry.
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He asked me if I'd ever gone through the lowest phase in my life.
I realized my answer was nothing compared to this.
I can say this is the lowest point I've ever reached in my whole life.
Pre-Disappointment
