Today after school ended I cried my bloody heart out. No, it was not just because my group didn’t get to perform our drama or because I was left with no choice of members for the final project. More than half of the reasons was you.

I cried because I got what I wished for.
I cried because I didn’t react like how I was supposed to.
I cried because I didn’t want you to think I was bugged.
I cried because I desperately wanted you to know that it meant a lot to me.
I cried, ironically, because you’ll never know.

And the main reason I cried was because this whole week has been extremely exhausting. I thought I had a hundred percent control over this. But who am I kidding? I don’t.

Not a single bit of control.