You won't know how it feels.

I thought I could. I thought I had. I thought I am. I thought I...

But now, I wish I could, I wish I had, I wish I am.

I really wonder what kind of attractiveness you hold. Why is that hard to actually just not care about your stuffs? Is it so difficult?

Why am I so wanting to read? Curiosity? Self-denial don't help much.

It will be some time before I see you again. I shall try to psycho myself to really make you a jerk in my eye. Never a guy I can trust like how I trusted in the past.

Never that guy in my eyes who will be there for me.

Never a guy I can actually say I understand him well.

Never a guy that I will repeatedly say I have confident in him.

That's how bad my impression of you should be and nothing else.
Be sure, I will cross this hurdle. Because I don't wanna look like a fool anymore.

Never ever.