I saw you with the chinese guy in the gym doing stuffs. Pain seared through my throat to chest like a hard metal arrow. I felt like I've been losing and lost again. I guess, you were charming the guy with your warm familiar smiles and feeling the same feeling you've always had when you charm someone.
But on the other hand, I was sort of glad that it made me realize where I was. A clown, that's where I lie in your life, therefore, I'm resigning my post for a greater good. I shouldn't have talked to you on that day. I should have packed my curiosity in my bag, and thinking you as a cheerful, spoiled girl from nowhere who is waiting for her prince to come. We could've headed to home right away, however, you brought up that damn film name and I fell right into your trap like a helpless rabbit. I was perfectly okay until we went to the swing. Why did you agree to go to the swing with a guy you've just met? I was living peaceful, dramaless life with desire to pick up hawt girls. You have nothing special yet you are fucking special.
Now, I had enough. You are already dead to me since you want to die so much. I am gonna fill my cup half full with useful stuffs instead of making it full with useless stuffs.
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