Posted by: no_more_crush November 28, 2011
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I silently prayed for him to look away so that my heart would return to its ordinary state of rhythmic beats that I was used to. I don’t know why I felt so uncomfortable being looked at. Some of my friends claimed that attention from guys made them feel good about themselves while others took it as a reaffirmation of how highly they thought of themselves to begin with. In the not-so-wise words of one of my outspoken friends, “Attention just makes me remember how “hot” I am in the gloomiest of days and that instantly cheers me up.” I wanted to slap myself for being friends with her when she uttered that pure nonsense like it was pure gold. But a moment later, I remembered how she made me delicious soups and not so delicious jaulo every day when I was bed-ridden with flu last year.
- I assume you are a girl as your profile name suggests (chick).
- Furthermore; also assuming you are a straight girl, I take it as a guy when you mentioned him (obviously).
- avoid editing the original content. Just let it be as original as it is when you first thought about it. BTW, you already edited twice.
- Above were only my own observation/suggestion. Most of the other readers might not have been confused in the first hand. So you can totally if=gnore my comments.
- Continue your writing
I silently prayed for him to look away so that my heart would return to its ordinary state of rhythmic beats that I was used to. I don’t know why I felt so uncomfortable being looked at. Some of my friends claimed that attention from guys made them feel good about themselves while others took it as a reaffirmation of how highly they thought of themselves to begin with. In the not-so-wise words of one of my outspoken friends, “Attention just makes me remember how “hot” I am in the gloomiest of days and that instantly cheers me up.” I wanted to slap myself for being friends with her when she uttered that pure nonsense like it was pure gold. But a moment later, I remembered how she made me delicious soups and not so delicious jaulo every day when I was bed-ridden with flu last year.
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