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Bothersome
The thing that's been bothering me for quite some time now, the thing that keeps me up late at night, the thing that I keep on thinking about 24/7... I finally figured it out. How ironic it is that I have the highest marks in my year yet it took me a month to figure out the cause of this predicament. But, of course I choose to keep this to my self... for now. I fear that when I say it out loud it would become true. This way I'd get to deny it for as long as I have the strength to do so. I've never been as bothered in my whole life as I am now. I'd never thought that I'd get to experience something so unlike me. Seriously, how can something as simple and such a seemingly meaningless thing... escalate so fast? Fast enough for it blow me out of my mind!
I pride myself of having answers to almost everything but this... I can't find a logical response to something so unfathomable and cliché. I refuse to acknowledge it and maybe if I ignore it for as long as I can... I'll go away. I hope... But then, when I think about those grey orbs that seemed to bore through my soul, those supple lips that I'd give anything to kiss and those muscular arms that I longed to touch... Damn. See? I've been reduced to being a bloody romantic. Ugh.