Am I that desperate to be loved that I will fall for any one who shows me kindness, understanding, and concern?
Have I become too much of an idiot that I fell again for someone who already likes someone else?
I don’t want your friendship, damn it.
I want you.
All of you.
And here I am writing another painful entry despite promising myself I wouldn’t become stupid again.
I told myself not to cry but I can’t help these streams trickling down on my worn-out face.
I can’t write my fucking paper because my mind keeps wandering back to how lovely your voice sounded when you called my name.
That night I became afraid because I was too happy. Then I realized–shit, I have fallen in love again.
I want these feelings to go away. I have to keep my distance. I don’t think I can get through another unrequited love again.