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Slowly killing, slowly dying.

What if you just tell him how you truly feel? Wouldn't that be much easier?

Oh how I wish it would actually be that easy. Cause if that would be the case, I wouldn't be carrying this much burden now, won't I? But you see, that's not really how this world, or at least how my world, works. Telling him my feelings is so nerve-racking. Just thinking about it already makes my heart pound like crazy.

I have always had this huge fear of rejection and failure. So what if I told him my feelings and just got a flat-out rejection? Not only would that hurt like bitch, that would also be a complete and utter humiliation on my part. Imagine a girl being rejected by a guy. That is not really a good image, especially in the culture that we have in this country. People would most likely judge you because of it. And there would be just a handful who would actually extend their sympathy on you.

Oh, damn it. I am feeling so confused. Somebody tell me what to do. What I should do. I can't just bear this feeling everyday without even doing anything about it. That would be slowly killing myself. And I am slowly dying right now.


EMO!

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