I’ve been pacing back and forth in my room for a few hours now while my own thoughts practically drowned me and the overthinking of every little thing I did stressed me out even more. What the hell was happening to me?
One word - Anita. This was happening because of her and the last words she said to me during the party last night. Her voice echoed in my head and the look in her eyes pierced through my heart like a stake.
But even with all of that, even when she seemed to hate me with her guts, I still couldn’t stop thinking about her. In fact, I felt even more attached to her. Someone that had so much feist and spirit in her. I just wish she hadn’t misunderstood that my intentions last night were all good.
I bit my lip as I glanced at my phone on my bed, shifting my look from another
