I’m not ready yet.
Please, please, I need to go to the bathroom.
I’m drenched in cold sweat.
I bite my lips so nobody could see them trembling.
Oh no, no. I’m barely breathing.
To the point I might need CPR.
Anybody, please help!
Does this room always this full?
It seems like the oxygen in this room getting lower and lower, makes me difficult to breathe.
My pulse is getting higher.
I can feel my face turning red as my cheeks feel hot.
Great, fever attack!
I want to cry. I really want to go home.
Calm down, calm down.
Take a deep breath.
Inhale, exhale.
Hey, over here!
Yes, it’s you.
Oh, hey, I said. Trying so hard to control myself.
I thought you wouldn’t come, you said with that cute smile.
Well, at first I thought I’d better at home, but well, I guess… not too bad to hang out, sometimes… and the Wi-Fi signal was bad, umm… so I couldn’t reply your text…
I feel like I want to punch myself right in the face, super extra hard.
But you’re just giggling, saying it’s okay and talking like there’s nothing wrong.
I hope you don’t get me wrong.
I’m confined by this loneliness, so it’s kind of attempt to defend myself.
But it seems like you can see through me.
So which one is the real me?
Please tell me if you already know.
Whether I’m deeply in love with you or not.
I will jump out of this skin if I am.
Please, please, I need to go to the bathroom.
I’m drenched in cold sweat.
I bite my lips so nobody could see them trembling.
Oh no, no. I’m barely breathing.
To the point I might need CPR.
Anybody, please help!
Does this room always this full?
It seems like the oxygen in this room getting lower and lower, makes me difficult to breathe.
My pulse is getting higher.
I can feel my face turning red as my cheeks feel hot.
Great, fever attack!
I want to cry. I really want to go home.
Calm down, calm down.
Take a deep breath.
Inhale, exhale.
Hey, over here!
Yes, it’s you.
Oh, hey, I said. Trying so hard to control myself.
I thought you wouldn’t come, you said with that cute smile.
Well, at first I thought I’d better at home, but well, I guess… not too bad to hang out, sometimes… and the Wi-Fi signal was bad, umm… so I couldn’t reply your text…
I feel like I want to punch myself right in the face, super extra hard.
But you’re just giggling, saying it’s okay and talking like there’s nothing wrong.
I hope you don’t get me wrong.
I’m confined by this loneliness, so it’s kind of attempt to defend myself.
But it seems like you can see through me.
So which one is the real me?
Please tell me if you already know.
Whether I’m deeply in love with you or not.
I will jump out of this skin if I am.
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