The Plague

My life is dactylic. My vision of everything is altering. I sense lies but take them as truths. I misunderstand the truth as lies. Let this be a lesson learnt to whoever still have their conscience not being taken over by love and relationship. Experts, as well as an individual myself, would like to say this: NEVER EVER give a personal or intimate gift to your crush if you still don't know her well. Done it. Once bitten, twice shy...

"The Plague"... Call it a vision. Call it a mirage. Call anything that suits me, I won't mind. Nowadays, I seem to keep encountering that girl I liked. Might have been fate. Did fate brought agony upon me? Not only do I frequently encounter her unexpectedly, I also happen to mistake other girls for her... Slapping myself silly doesn't rid myself from this insanity. I am sorta losing conscience here. I don't have the face to see her like how I did back then. However, it seems as though God is wanting me to go for it, despite the facts that she is avoiding me because of that personal diamond pendant and that chances are ever so slim. "Worth a try" was always my style, but this... HOW?

Upon success, "The Plague" may finally be eradicated... Bravery or bravado, anything could mean defeat....