Life and Adventures

The more I write, the more I…

The more that I write about him, the more that I fall deeper into the pit of doom. The more that I write about him, the more that my illusions about him continue to grow. But I can’t just stop writing about him, because if I don’t, then, I might explode. I continue to see him almost everyday and my heart feels like bursting every time. This is just a silly crush, but damn, my fingers are itching. Β I just want to draw him. Or write about him, so my heart might at least calm down. Once this semester is finished, I hope the my feelings would vanish too.

 

 

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