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That disappointment
Sunday, March 17, 20132:34 AM

I waited the whole week for the weekend to come because I was promise to a hot date with the guy I had a crush on for years. And when he didn't text me by Friday, I know disappointment was approaching.

I watched sad sappy movies hoping to cheer myself up on that Friday night since my girlfriend cancelled on our date at the last minute. And through those movies after movies I watched, I told myself, no more sad me. It makes me look lonely and pathetic. I don't wanna be lonely and pathetic. No one does.

The next day, I spent the whole morning running errands for my parents to keep my mind off the last night disappointment and by the time I got home, I was exhausted.

I woke up feeling more exhausted than before. And instead of going through my school books I have promise myself, I switched on my notebook to see what dramas I have downloaded and wasted it away the rest of the remaining evening I had left.

I checked my phone to see any messages from friends when I noticed a text from him. And just by seeing his name on my phone screen makes me feeling excited. The apology I got from him wasn't the usual kind you got from friends. It wasn't because I had fallen head over heels for him but of the words he used. It may seems like a normal apology from any one point of view but definitely not mine.

He seems to know the right words to use, the questions to ask and making conversation going. He'll always ask about me and when he notice my reluctant, he'll ask me whether I would like to know what he did back in Aussie. His life seems to all exciting with adventures and stuff compared to mine. I do sometimes wishes that I would be a much exciting person than I am right now so he would be more interested in me. I know I am beating myself around the bush hoping something to happen. But I know that what I am right now define who I am and I shouldn't try hard to change who I am.

I was taught to fight for what I want and for what I believe. I am fighting right now and hopeful he'll notice.