What is the word to use to describe the feeling,
When you accidentally spill ink on your favourite only-one-in-the-world-shirt?
I'm too arrogant to blame myself.
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If I was a jerk, I wouldn't have tried to quit fagging for her.
If I was a jerk, I wouldn't have seriously fallen for her.
If I was a jerk, I wouldn't have felt joy the times she smiled and heartache the times she cried.
If I am a jerk, it won't hurt that she doesn't care.

Unfortunately, I couldn't be, and can't be.

If I could stop feeling for her, I wouldn't have smiled to her all those times I wanted to cry.
If I could stop feeling for her, I wouldn't have asked her never ever to read this blog again.
If I could stop feeling for her, I wouldn't have waited to tell her how I felt all along.
If I can stop feeling, depression can't get me down.

Unfortunately, I couldn't.
And I still can't.

I still remember telling her,
As long as you move on, it doesn't matter if it isn't me.
I didn't lie.
But where is the pain coming from?

[ The only thing that can stop me from feeling for you, is You. ]