I Write.

Write, write, write. I write when I’m sad. I write when I’m upset. I write to not cry. But then again, it’s really hard to not cry when you write what’s in your mind.

Is she ignoring my messages on purpose? Or is she just busy?

Is she avoiding to go out with me? Or she just really can’t?

Does she like me at all? Or is she just pretending?

Who would’ve thought that I would end up in this place one more time, silently suffering.

I fell in love too easily, too quickly; now I’m trapped, and I’m in for a big amount of pain.

After so many years avoiding this moment I decided to open up one more time, to try and get the only thing I truly desire… Love.

Seems like it’s the worst thing I could do though.

For some reason, when I find someone who shows me the slightest glimpse of kindness and understanding, I fall for them.

I avoided this quite effectively until I was stupid enough to open my heart again. Now all that’s left is pain.

I will have to be corageous, and to let her know what I’m feeling right now.

I fear what a part of me believes she’s going to say, but another part of me wants her to say it already, so I can slowly start to move on… To get over it… To close up again, because I don’t want to feel like this again… It hurts… It hurts too much.

I can only blame myself for being this weak. So weak that I need someone else… Someone that gives me love and comprehension.

I’m the only blame I can blame.

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