Crushing my classmate

So we attend the school event together. And at the dinner time we all dressed with certain dress codes. She looks damn gorgeousπŸ₯Ί I didn't tell her that tho, I might get caught. Then, there was a dancing session, and we got each other. I got to hold her hand and her jongkes as we danced to couple random songs. This was the best part of the event. I doubt she knows that I like her. Would you ladies like your classmates?πŸ₯Ί

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2025-08-14

You're Not Sorry

You're not sorry for hurting someone. You're not sorry for taking advantage of someone else's feeling for you. You're not sorry for making them feel low and pathetic. You're only thinking that you feel sorry because that's the only way to reassure yourself that you weren't actually in the wrong but, in fact, that doesn't actually stop you from repeating it. There's no excuse for you. You never care but it would have at least been better if you didn't care enough to actually care to hurt someone who's currently yearning for you. It's crazy how those who hurts will only continue to hurt, the excruciating pain. When you can't overcome the trauma and agony, you were seen to be weak and that you're the only one allowing yourself to get hurt. That could be true but that doesn't always mean that they aren't trying to break free. When reality has seeped in and escaping is succeeded, "I" will understand how relieved it would be and that's what I set to believe. You are not sorry and I am not seeking for your sympathy on the torment you have caused. Regrets and joys are mixed up in a resulted development but let's all be enlighten by it. With hopes.

2025-08-14

Stranger again…

Typing on your keyboard while working, you were so focused. You are the type of guy that does not talk unless there is something important to be talked about, which was why we rarely talked until there was something either you or I needed help of. Later, everything changed because one thing led to another and we became so close. We started to share our daily lives activities, and you always found something that we both enjoyed talking to one another. It got to the point that it was very difficult to go through a day without talking to you. It had become a habit of ours to have daily conversation about this and that. No one knew that we were that close since we were so good at hiding it from others, but I knew that deep down in my heart, I already fell for you. You were a guy who did everything I look for in a boyfriend. You made me felt like that there were still nice guys in this world even though we were just friends. Every morning when I woke up, I was always excited to start my day as I would be able to see your face. I could not help but kept looking at you from time to time, and sometimes I caught you did the same to me too. One day, you confessed that you had feeling for me and wished that we could be more than just friends. You just made a girl very happy. I could not stop smiling seeing that message of yours. My heart was pumping hard and my hands were shaking. However, I did not know how to reply besides saying β€˜I am sorry but it is not possible’. The feeling of wanting it so much but could not get it was like having a knife stabbed in my chest. We both knew why it could never happen. You gave it a try hoping that I would say yes but I could never do it knowing that it could hurt someone. A part of me wish that you never said those words so that we could keep pretending that we did not have feeling for each other and still could communicate with one another as usual. We were like characters in a novel who could never have a happy ending together. A chapter of my life with you in it was the best and at the same time the most painful. We met, we talked, we became close, and then we became strangers again. It was like nothing had ever happened between us.

2025-08-14

Good bye!!

Ending of our story. When u came in to my life I thought you are the one. Yeahh you are really the one who hurt me the most. Don’t you ever wonder why I still talk to you like nth happened? Act like a normal friend to u even you are holding someone hand;)) I never told anyone what you had done to me. And today you told me, u always feel sorry for what u did but u don’t apologize because I look too strong and forgot what u did. Dude! What a shame, I give u all of my heart. I don’t have anything to say . Just want to leave it here I’m not okay;-; Anyway thank for being one part of my life. Even if it hard to forget u, I promise I won’t let u see me cry. Wish you all the best ហើម. From someone who love you all of her heart.

2025-08-14

Karma

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MISUNDERSTOOD 🀑

i hope one day you’ll realize i did truly care for u. i promise ure gonna miss me being there. putting up with u, refusing to give up on u. you’re gonna regret everything you’ve done to me, including all the damage you’ve caused. and someday, you’ll turn back and i won’t be waiting for u any longer. i might have been worthless to u, but you’ll miss me when i become priceless to another.

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Skinny Bullet.

It's hard to find someone with the same energy, And When I did I cant have it. I know I Aint best or maybe not the one u looking for but my love be real AF and I be trying.

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Situationship

I know we probably won’t talk anymore but I want you to know that I’ve a lots of things to tell you but I always left it unsaid because every times I wanted to tell you, you would act like i annoyed you. Every times we talks , there’s always been things left unsaid; day by day,I realized that we’ve lost interest in each other and the things I’ve left unsaid doesn’t matters much. I know I probably don’t cross your mind anymore but I hope someday, you see something that reminds you of me and our memories that we’ve shared. I can’t bear the feelings that you gets irritated with me and I don’t even know what did I do wrong. Lastly, no matter how things between us ends, thanks for being there once.πŸ«‚