Every damn time
19th December 2018 Wednesday
Oh God! She’s pretty.
Every time I look at her, there’s this voice in the back of my head like “oh God! She’s pretty” every god-damn time.
And why this doesn’t seem to fade away, I mean for how long will I be hung up on her like this. I am sitting at her 8’0 clock and I can see her but she can’t, or atleast I guess so, so I took a good look, and man! It dawns on me, how badly I am screwed. It’s wrong, I know she’s committed and for all I know she may even despise me, but man!!
Tomorrow there’s some secret santa game, I wish I get her name on the chit, but then wishful thinking. Anyway, the truth is at the end of the day, I am gonna go home alone, in my loneliness and misery and keep thinking about her over and over again and gonna waste my time, get more depressed and suicidal. Imagine, if in some parallel universe, if she would have liked me as much as I like her… But then it’s just one life and the reality is, in this life I have lost her. And all I can do is cry about it.
