1週間

One Week.

Seven Days.

Hundred and Sixty-Eight Hours.

Ten Thousand and Eighty Minutes.

Six Hundred and Four Thousand Eight Hundred Seconds.

It's actually not that long.

To be honest, it's actually a short period for me to move on.

A really short period.

Prom isn't that good.

But it actually not that bad.

ポケモン

This kinda makes me stunned.

I'm actually 49127 times better than that me before I met you.

I was going to let go actually.

I said bye to everyone once I received your text.

Switched off wifi and go to bed immediately.

But I went back to my phone again.

And then the next day you made my day.

But oh my God,

I'm an idiot.

Cigar and more coffee.

"What kind of girl you like?"
"Like you."

"Stop kidding. Tell me."
"Like you."

"Girl like you, smart girl with bad attitude."

I'm not flattered.

Neither I am happy.

But I smiled.

Maybe that is what I should remain.

Maybe I'm not meant to be a sweetie.

I was afraid to lose people so I decided to change, again.

But he let me know, I don't need to do that.

No, I said no.

You can stand my bad attitude.

You can stand my annoyance.

You can stand when I was asking for trouble.

But you don't protect me like I protect you.

You can stand by me but you can't protect me.

My secret is a joke for you.

I know my secret is tiny little useless thing.

But it means so much to me.

I hide it so carefully from other people.

I won't tell anyone other than you and her.

But what the hell just happened is

you think you are already protecting my secret as long as you don't say his name.

BUT NO.

NO.

You don't know anything.

You don't know I am sensitive.

You don't know every girl is this sensitive.

我不能再接受好朋友也不值得相信的事实了

为什么要让我失望

为什么

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