“I think he’s cute
with his hair like that. I just love the way he looks like those messy hair. And
I think I’m kinda miss him a lot but I can’t, or I probably don’t want to have
this feeling because… or you just can not.”
“I saw myself crying over
the pillow this noon and I thought me just fine, just wanted to make a teary
eyes before class. It’s cool, huh?”
“I finally realized
that I wasn’t fine. I miss someone a lot and I just said I don’t want.”
“Totally was wrong
again, I lied. And this is the end of my monologue.”
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