I think she made her Instagram private because she saw me Liking our mutal friend's newly created Instagram's pictures.
She liked a photo of our friend, and she probably thinks that I am going to look at her instagram now...
BUT.
I have always known her Instagram; we were actually talking at the time she made it and even showed me a picture on it three years ago.
Her Instagram is nothing new to me. In fact, I have been subscribed to it through Feedly for years. LOL.
The creeping never stops!!!
I think I am losing interest in her though. It has been almost three years since we spoke to each other directly. Moving on has never felt so closer than before.
I am starting to forget what we had.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Friday, August 28, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Monday, August 17, 2015
Oh fuck, I think I get it now.
I was "pushing" her when she was saying that "you know how it feels" thing. I was like, "but what about how I feel... do you know what it's like to be in love." AND from that she probably thought I was pushing her BUT WHAT I REALLY WANTED was a proper rejection like what everyone else gets.
But I did not say that. I am forgetting all the important stuff, thinking she knows how I think. She does not know how I think at all. Fuck. Damn it. Now I need to tell her this.
DAMNIT. THIS IS WHY WE NEED TO TALK FACE TO FACE. OR IN PERSON. OR EVEN INSTANT MESSAGING.
FUCK. In the first place, I never wanted her to know that I liked her a lot. Fucking blog footprints man.
I was "pushing" her when she was saying that "you know how it feels" thing. I was like, "but what about how I feel... do you know what it's like to be in love." AND from that she probably thought I was pushing her BUT WHAT I REALLY WANTED was a proper rejection like what everyone else gets.
But I did not say that. I am forgetting all the important stuff, thinking she knows how I think. She does not know how I think at all. Fuck. Damn it. Now I need to tell her this.
DAMNIT. THIS IS WHY WE NEED TO TALK FACE TO FACE. OR IN PERSON. OR EVEN INSTANT MESSAGING.
FUCK. In the first place, I never wanted her to know that I liked her a lot. Fucking blog footprints man.
Sunday, August 16, 2015
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