I'm feeling a pinch of anger, a dash of sadness, and a whole lot of detachment.
The result : A simmering brew of emotions, bubbling in my gut, but not quite strong enough to snap me out of my swing. Retarded analogy.
Hopefully my little hotpot of trouble will continue to boil
I'd rather feel something instead of this odd ... blankness
I thought we were back to friends
I felt happier when I thought we are back to being friends
Doh.
The kisses felt like nothing.
Also, I feel retarded.
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