Just got back from Ban Joo's CNY open house and it was great to see old high school mates. Oh, how few things have changed...
That included losing to Roger in FIFA.
But I'm having my emotional bouts again. I want to see other people, and work on discounting my feelings for you. But I can't, or maybe I won't. I have no job, no money and that takes away my confidence.
All that's left is a struggling me, writhing in the dirt. I won't portray that to anyone. I can't. Even if you're non-judging eyes see me like this, I'd be ashamed.
Love is malleable to me sometimes. Today, I'm making it convoluted. Not by choice, sadly. Because I think I still love you. And that should be wrong.
That included losing to Roger in FIFA.
But I'm having my emotional bouts again. I want to see other people, and work on discounting my feelings for you. But I can't, or maybe I won't. I have no job, no money and that takes away my confidence.
All that's left is a struggling me, writhing in the dirt. I won't portray that to anyone. I can't. Even if you're non-judging eyes see me like this, I'd be ashamed.
Love is malleable to me sometimes. Today, I'm making it convoluted. Not by choice, sadly. Because I think I still love you. And that should be wrong.
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