“Don’t you have anything else to do instead of mourning for unreciprocated feelings?”
“Write about it, then.”
“Then do your fucking assignments. Responsibilities await, i told you.”
“Because I’m mourning about my unreciprocated feelings?”
This is exactly how my late night conversation with myself goes tonight.
P.s. In case you read this (which i really, really doubt) why don’t you just act like how we used to be and stop ignoring me like that? Oh, because you have that special someone now and turns out you really hate my existence in this world. Or you care too much to keep in contact with me. Or, you just simply don’t give a shit.