So I could be called a man now, because I've just grown a gigantic pair of balls.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Just now, I told that person how I feel.
I was really sleepy when I went to bed. Upon lying down, thoughts and emotions haunted me. I was thinking about telling him how I feel. I tossed coin a lot of times, and head keeps on showing up. I played solitaire for twelve times, and it keeps on agreeing with the conditions I utter before each deal: "If I win, I'll tell him." I kept on winning for twelve consecutive times. Maybe I was just really good, but how on earth would the rarest chance of winning from solitaire twelve consecutive times happen? I cringed, and I still am cringing right now. I typed through the text box:
"Hello.
I should've told you about this a long time ago, but I don't have the guts and I don't know to do it.
I have been fancying you for a long time now.
I know, this is a stupid act.There wasn't even a concrete reason why, but really, I don't think there's a need for reasons to like somebody. I also know very well that I am not your type, and you're fancying somebody else.
Forgive me; I just have to get this off my chest.
I'm sorry I have to tell it through text.
Hahahahaha.
And I am not under the influence of anything.
Tangina. Sorry x 100.
*self-humiliation2k11"
But really, I feel like a pussy telling it through text. Damn it, and when he reads it, OUR FRIENDSHIP IS OVER.
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