insect

Stupid things bit me all night and I couldn’t fall asleep because my face was itching. And all the time I was awake I thought of you. Why. Why do you have to linger in my head even after you’re gone? Why do I always torture myself like this? If the damn insect can bite me hard enough to make me forget about you, then let them do that.

audience

In the end, I am the only audience of my work that really matters.

policy

Policy 71. RIGHT. Who ever gave a damn about it? It was funny how the students always found ways around the system, funnier when they THOUGHT they had found a way around the system, but got caught in the end.

whole

The hole in my heart can only be filled with one thing. Only then will I be whole. My heart can’t possibly break when it wasn’t even whole to start with, so I wait until that day comes, when I can fully possess my heart.

obsessed

I don’t remember that feeling, but perhaps it was obsession. I felt like I could have been obsessed with FC, and it didn’t seem like a healthy obsession. Is any obsession healthy? In the end, I just wanted a little more of FC…just a little.

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