Stupid, you were so stupid and you still be stupid ... 
These words are echoed in my head, and it is in them that I have focused throughout the day. Actually I was really stupid, sucker, vulnerable, easy, desperate, boring (...) And how many more adjectives arrangement more at down I get. As I write this, I feel my inner self explode with anger, because I know that he is out laughing at this point, he's ok and I? I'm here lost somewhere between my room and my thoughts. I don't want him to think of me as the girl with a broken heart, don't want him to think that I like him because it makes me feel weak. I want him to realize that he is indifferent in my life. But is he indifferent? I know that I don't love him, neither like him, but I feel the need to have him around, talk to him, after all, I want his friendship, nothing more. I just want my routine back.