I'm so sick of all these. Stop it before I resort to doing something unexpected. Am I mad? Yes, I am. So mad that I can just fake my smile, while saying it's all okay, while it's not. Oops, sorry, it's not even a fake smile. I forced myself into a smirk.
Enough is enough. Some things have their limits, and oh, I've been at the brink of my patience limit. Hoping I won't be exploding so soon.
F says :
Girl, I love you.