Sorry I haven’t posted these days….I guess I’ve just been lazy and my volunteer package at my mom’s hospital has just been received and processed. It took approximately a month to process. How much that sucks -.-”
Anyways, so I’ve been calling one of my friends these days about something…H….I know H feels something for me…I can tell…H still feels it…I was so happy when that happened….but now…..i’m not..
First of all, I don’t remember if I mentioned it, but H ripped me apart…ripped my heart apart literally. JUST RIPPED IT APART. I know why. It was because I ripped H in the beginning.
So obviously the 2 feelings I would naturally have would be to feel bad for H and see it in H’s point of view. In other words, be the kind little girl and feel sympathy for H. The second and natural response would be to RIP H back even more….heheheheeee….and I have just the plan for it, so basically I just vacillate between these 2 feelings for H.
BUT.
Yes, there’s a BUT, and it smells fisher than yours.
I still remember my heart beating when we first met. I still remember the thump that would never stop even when you told it to…and after you told it to stop, it would continue thumping…and you knew that if it didn’t stop, then when you talked to the person, your voice would crack, your word would come out stuttered…I still remember that….
I really still remember that. And that’s what prevents me from ripping that person again…Yep, that’s right. My hindrances do not come from morality, nor consequences of revenge from H’s friends or H, nor possibilities of future acquaintances.
My sole hindrance is I REALLY LIKE HANG.
