吹っ切るつもりで自分から関わり切ったのにやっぱり好きって気持ちは変わらなくて
でもそれを気にするような人じゃないのも、友達の意見のほうが大切やと思ってるのも分かってるから、声なんかかけられへんくて
いろんな人に「気持ち伝えたほうがいいよ」とか言ってるけど、それをちゃんと出来てないのは自分やねん。
吹っ切るつもりで自分から関わり切ったのにやっぱり好きって気持ちは変わらなくて
でもそれを気にするような人じゃないのも、友達の意見のほうが大切やと思ってるのも分かってるから、声なんかかけられへんくて
いろんな人に「気持ち伝えたほうがいいよ」とか言ってるけど、それをちゃんと出来てないのは自分やねん。
:(
a few hrs later:
im at home. on my bed. or on my beanbag cushion. with my music cranked up to the max. with the lights shut off, curtains drawn.
and i replay our conversation in my head.
i feel the tears coming. i realize, its friday. friday night, alone at home. no school tomorrow, no work, no plans.
i let the tears fall slowly down my cheek. once it starts, it doesnt stop. i hear my phone ring. i dont pick up. it stops, leaving me to my own thoughs once again.
absolute stillness fills the room.
another few hrs later:
i wake up. i didnt realize i had fallen asleep. my music is still playing.
i go to the bathroom, and find my reflection in the mirror. its not a pretty sight. my eyes are puffy, my cheeks are bloated and my lips are swollen.
i turn on the faucet, hot water streaming down the instatnt i turn it on. i let my bathtub fill with hot water, take my clothes off and slowly ease myself into the bathtub.
i sit there for the next half an hour, deeply submerged in the water.
i spend the weekend like this. i dont know how to stop my tears from falling.
monday morning at school:
i can feel your eyes on me, trying to decipher whether you've hurt me enough by seeing me. i dont let it show, and you spent the next 5 days putting me through absolute hell, only to get the same result next week.
and the cycle never ends.
i just dont understand why people cant just leave others alone. and like why they are okay with bursting into ppls personal space uninvitedly. that's so rude.
two more years approx to go.
cant wait to get out of here.