Not Yet

I have a confession to make. It might also be a declaration.

No.

I'm not yet over it.

After all this time, there still exist these feelings I've been trying to shut down, deny, ignore. These feelings that try to surface beyond my consciousness or anyone's knowledge. These feelings that linger in the very thought of you that puts a crescent in my face.

I don't know what to do now.  I just thought no one should find out. And I don't like the fact that I found it out. It SHOULD be over now. I SHOULD like someone else now, which is true. Well, I SHOULD stop liking you, too.

Well, I guess writing this makes it worse. But well, I can't deny it forever to myself. I can do that to all the people, but not to myself.

I hate myself. I hate how I feel and how i change so abruptly. I hate how this blog into a series of declaration of feelings. I hate how things turn out to be. I hate everything.

It's almost 2AM and I'm looking forward more to the time I'd wake up that to the time I'd sleep. I have a lot of things to do. Priorities.

Stop it.

Whatever.

I'm busy.

And no.

I'm not over it.