The weekend comes quickly, and I’m glad since I’m still struggling to act minimally normal around Liam. I’ve been trying my best to avoid him altogether, but it’s not easy since his office is right in front of my desk and I still am his project manager. I stick to work-related subjects only, every time I have no other choice than to speak to him.
I feel him looking at me sometimes, with a look I don’t exactly care for since the only thing I see is pity. I don’t need that s**t. It just infuriates me further.
I’m trying to get over what a total loser I was and the mess I made with my life and my head. Having to look at him every day just makes it so much harder. If only he looked like crap, I wouldn’t be so mesmerized every time he talks.
I’ve been trying my best to look well and happy.
