I need a shoulder to cry on. But all I got is a pillow to pour my tears out. There's no other way around, I have to go with it, I guess.

You know that tingling feeling you are having, not the usual happy-tingle that could make you smile and blush for a period of time, but the bad-tingle, where you have to control yourself from broken in front of the others, where you finally realize how lonely you are and how in need you are of a friend during that time. Yeah, that tingle.

I hate that feeling. I freaking disguise of that unwanted tingle, but hey. It comes, even if you don't want it. They are always there, surprisingly appears from time to time. Darn it, yeah.

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WhattheheckIjusttypethereohmygodI'vegonecrazyThisissonothappeningMindmeguysI'mnotintherightmind.