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Date - Saturday, October 24, 2015
Timing - 8:19 PM

Needed a space to write down my thoughts so here i am back again at this neglected space of mine. Doubt anyone remembers the existence of this blog .

I did something this morning which was uncharacteristic of me. Out of nowhere, i confessed to her about how i feel. It was met with shockness from her side as it came too sudden. The response was not favorable and i could sense an immediate awkwardness that is gonna be surrounding us the next time we meet as a group.

Hours after the morning incident, i look back and asked if i could do it any better. Would it be better if those words did not get sent thru to her. Various thoughts running through my mind throughout the entire day. Tried to sleep it off but to no avail. This is one of those days where the urge to just get out of the house was incredibly strong but yet i stayed home still. I didn't know who i could talk to, who i could meet and what i could do. I resisted the idea to just tell someone what happened. Never had i been wishing that its Monday again when i wake up, at least i'll be surrounded by people in the office and the travelling to and fro work which would make time pass faster.