Snow likes a boy. He likes a boy, and it's not me. I know I've never given him a reason to, logically I do realize that, but it still hurts. I can't help that, there's no logic behind my emotions. I mean, it's not like he's ever given me a reason to like him and somehow I fucking fell in love with him anyway.
Fuck.
My throat feels too tight and there's a pressure behind my eyes, and I haven't answered his question.
"No," I say, and get up to return to my apartment, because everything is too much.
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Date: 2015-11-27 07:42 am (UTC)Fuck.
My throat feels too tight and there's a pressure behind my eyes, and I haven't answered his question.
"No," I say, and get up to return to my apartment, because everything is too much.