| Today, I stained my sheets with tears. I've been weeping so easily these few months, it's pretty apathetic and unvarying. At times, I tend to question myself why am I so overly obsessed with a particular person. Its so copious; copious enough to affect my daily routine. No, strike that. This neurosis has already replaced my once-daily essentials.
However, its frightening. Trepidatious enough to know that the love of my life isn't giving me any reciprocal gestures. And, no matter how hard I try to vie for her awareness, it'll appreciated, wrongly that is.
Then again, such thoughts and fears will eventually fade away, though only for a temporary period.
Great. Just great. I've been anticipating for her reply since the past 68 minutes... and still counting.
I'm starting to allow my thoughts to run wild, and it isn't casting any positive outcomes. I'm just so scared that such things will unknowingly, hit the rewind button.
I realised that I used to be able to efface such personal indignations through dancing or via indulging in those binging sessions of mine. Yet, it seems like I'm facing a dead end. Everything has to be stuffed within, and there's absolutely no way to purge out these injuries.
Funny isn't it? How abrupt word vomit's insensitivity's best friend.
Nonetheless,I guess the only things I want for christmas are constant devotions from you, and perhaps, assurances to expunge all aversions.
How can I even have a life without your physical appearances?
Isn't it obvious enough? I don't need another someone, cause no one will/can be my preeminent paramour? |
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