Hollow

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

I’m avoiding school, I’m avoiding people, to be more specific.

Especially after that night, it’s ironic because all I want to do is distract myself from doing more thinking than ever. Over thinking, getting paranoid over something that could just be a result of my imagination.

But I wish it wasn’t imagined, I wish you’d felt something too, I wish you were about to make something happen but you didn’t and neither did I even though all I could do was hold myself back from you.

I don’t deserve someone as good as you.

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