(From Denna)
It was xxth of October. I clearly remember the time, the place, and the reason I texted him.
The stupid me still did not know the consequence of telling him everything.
The idiotic me thinking that after I texted him I could ignore everything about it, and live my own life not bothered by it at all.
The crazy me did something closer to insanity just to make myself able to relax after that.
But alas, what I expect that time has never match the reality. Really, I am such a blockhead.
