I feel ugly when I'm with you. I can feel the thirst of your eyes to see someone beautiful, someone who has a flawless radiant skin, someone who is a head turner. I envy that sparkling eyes as soon as it is satisfied. When it goes back to mine, it is always blank, it has nothing to say, not happy, and not sad. I couldn’t really understand how you could love me and like another. I just can’t unite the two but I don’t want to search for it on any other else.
By the way, I am Patricia May Cruz. An introvert and for that, loves to be in small groups of people. I am stressed out in public and exhausted in crowd. Despite that, she survived debate and half-loved it. She got her highest grade in English in her course, oral communication and is willing to immerse herself more in learning socially.
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