First day of class.
Am I nervous?
No.
Why would I?
I should not be affected.
I should not care at all.
But I am more of..maybe, bothered? Because there's a chance that I might see him again and I do not know how to react, to be honest.
But one thing is for sure, I want to forget him and move on from this unrequited love.
So I walked with my head held high. Like my usual self. Uncaring and B*tch.
No one would know that I am sporting a broken heart. For I don't really look like someone who got rejected. I look like my usual beautiful me! Thanks to Japan, it made me feel better.
As I go to my building, I felt like the Universe is trying to mess up with me.
Like I am being tested on the first day of school..if I can really do it? If I will really do it?
Because, ironically, of a
