Alone. Wished to be alone.

Indeed I have fallen for someone. He has a nice boyfriend. (I don't know why I have always fallen for someone's bf. ) Naturally his action on me exerts stronger emotional response than any Tom Dick and Harry. I watched him walking away, it was just a normal chat. I knew the answer, I have little chance.

I felt lost. I felt empty. I felt the bit of stupidity in me.

I drove home. I washed my car. Yet I still felt lost. I knew I have to eat. I knew I have to wash the dirt away. I knew I need to do my laundry. I skipped gym. I sat in the living room, alone.

I ain't sad. I have things that some people doesn't have. I should be thankful. What is the big deal anyway?

I walked on, with a level of calmness that I found rather strange.