Waiting For Him

I know this is stupid but I still waited for him, my doom. Yes, he is my doom because nothing gets to my head when it comes to Ezra. I don't know when he became my life or a reason to breathe but he became everything to me. Some may say it is insanity to think like this or some may think that I am obsessed with Ezra but I don't heed to those words or thinking.

I changed my clothes into PJs and hid that dress and chain at the last corner of my wardrobe so I can not see it and get reminded of my humiliation. I am not crying for him, no I am not that weak to very for someone. I am much stronger than that.

I lay on my bed thinking about today's event and how they were both looking like a happy couple and how I didn't see an ounce of guilt on Ezra's face when he kissed me.

Ugh, that Damn kiss! I am trying to push that thought from my head but I am unable to do that. Why did God choose every single bad thing and bad luck for me?

I received a text from Joanna that she has reached home s