To change, I think people’s only motivation for change is love. I’d change for who I love. Maybe this is why America is failing so much. It’s not the same feeling as loving someone, but I think it should be. People who love America as someone, whether it’s a psychological psychopath person, he can change the nation for the better. The change must be loved. But I guess it works too if it’s linked to pride. But whatever. Just saying that I think love is the most important factor in change.
Looking back at it, I was a total mess right after and during that entire process. I couldn’t study, didn’t do work, didn’t think of my career, I just wanted her to love me back, and searched for ANY kind of sign that brought hope. This continued for days. Even when we weren’t going to talk anymore, I still hoped, wrote, thought of what to do, but I really couldn’t do anything. Slept more than I was awake, ignoring everyone. So, I should learn to give up on hope, and just stop hoping. I'll think about hope, but I won't research on hope.
Finally it shifted when her best friend severed friendship with me, and when I started watching Detective Conan again. And then basketball. And the shift stood strong. DDR, ITG, basketball, improving my health, reading other people’s blogs, critical thinking, piano. And then the piano girl lolol. But damn I think I was so cool in the IRL part of it, that people and friends didn’t notice how much pain I was in. So if you’re my friend and I didn’t tell you about it, don’t worry coz I told no one. The story is only being told here. And maybe whatever “she” says about it to her social circle.
I think this is my first true love. We never physically met. But I certainly talked to her more than anyone else. I thought of her more than anyone else. And she was my motivation. Back then. I don't remember much about my past likes. But this one... I can say, September, we met. October, we argued. November, we were friends again. December, we argued. And much more, my own emotional struggles, and now I'm realizing it, that I caused so much trouble by liking her that way... I know it is my first true love, I couldn't even move on if I wanted to. I like her so much and I still do. But now, it's really over, and I'm going to move on whether I like it or not. So, cute piano girl, prepare yourself for a hi.
… Infatuation isn’t useless, I’m making good use out of it to work on something, and to get my mind off something. I know that I’m moving on, because the excitement in my stomach is telling me so. Hope infatuation changes once I get to know her. Worse that could happen is that she likes me, but I start thinking about her. Hm, I hate saying her, and she. From now on, her and she will be referred to the cute piano girl, and the original "her" and "she" from the beginning of this blog will be called "ma peche" lol, coz I'm thinking of Albedo Atm.