Please pray that the fever will stay away. I wanna go to school on monday to see you. Because I feel like I haven't seen that familiar face in a million years. No matter even if my head were to explode, or my heart beating in pain, I just want Monday to come now so that I can see you. Sometimes I get tired of telling you how I feel, because it seems like you don't even care anymore. Sometimes it feels like I'm talking to to the wall, or better still. Myself. I'm crying myself silly, and I don't know where all these tears come from. Probably from all the bottling of everything, or maybe, just somewhere I never knew could store all these tears. I wanna have my hands on your waist, my lips on yours. But all these people just come crashing into my head, pulling you away from me. They're eating my insides out, and I don't wish to control anymore of these. It's not whether you like them or not, it's the fact that you can talk to them and not me. Do you mean to say that I mean less than them and because I'll definitely reply even if you reply later, that's why you rather talk to them? It's stupid and immature, but it's just getting to me. Slowly, they're stealing every little fragment of that small broken heart of mine, and throwing it into the dumpster, then laughing at it. Just that you don't know. Because I'm tired of telling you, I hide everything. Letting them steal me away day by day, wasting away waiting for you to care and love me.