I only write when I'm sad.
Only sad people write.
Only people who write are sad.
Not sure which sentence seems most apt for today.
Maybe you think that when I write these emotional things, that I am sad. That I should learn to be happy. I think I am embracing this part of myself, albeit openly - or not considering the steep decline of views on this blog.
But in any case, it feels like a safe spot for me.
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I did something stupid a few days back. In hindsight, I should have not done that.
But considering the fact that the deed has been done, I think a form of reflection is necessary.
It was a moment of spur; an act of lion heart courage that came at night. But when it hit the morning, it felt like it was the worst decision I have made. Then again, might as well go ahead with it and potentially move on.
I don't think there's anything wrong with feeling what I feel but I should perhaps been more considerate of the other party's feelings when they receive what they received from me.
It was likely a shock and feeling of creepiness lol more than anything else.
Did I really expect a response? It was too heavy content for that.
I took 9 days to respond to bread boy's love letter.
Will 9 days be enough for my deed to have a resolution?
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In the face of rejection, at least I tried. And the past 2 years didn't work out; neither did this time - but maybe it will eventually.
Most of all, and I shouldn't be saying this despite it all; I'm sorry if I made you felt uncomfortable.
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