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He had gone offline for almost a week, and was living a life full of football, video games, prayers, friends. He was trying to stop talking to the walls, stop thinking, stop hoping, stop waiting. He was quite successful he even dared to think: maybe he no longer loves her after all.

And then, he came online, not realizing that he will tremble just by noticing her name. He could literally taste the glass of tears he sips from. It was sweet, sour. Then it was bitter. The glass is vivid, amidst a mere imagination. It is more influential than a Hitler is to a Nazi, yet it is more terrifying than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The power of that glass is, still immense, after all.

p.s. it is fun to talk to you because you are very talkative, hahaha. But I can’t come online much cos the glass will haunt me if I do. Anyway, thank you for your support, it means really really really a lot to me, hopefully my prayer worked for you haha..

i am hating my mom, she doesnt even know me at all, thinks that am bad tempered, not caring to all my friends. gives a lot of stupid nonsense advices each day. MOM!!YOU JUST DONT KNOW ME!!darn, should stop hating..