I knew I shouldn’t have spilled. The thought of him knowing pains me, to say the least. What I thought was going to happen, did. He left. He said he had to go for a little bit, but I know that’s a lie, he most likely appeared offline, or even worse, blocked me or something, just so he could have a breather from me. I don’t like that when things don’t go the way I planned. But I should have gotten used to it by now, you know, not getting my way. It happens more often, way more often than when I do get my way.
Now it's awkward again - WHY WHY WHY do I let myself go through this?!
