We'll be the best of friends

This week has been a little too much to handle. I hope we could make it work

a house of many rooms and all the secrets deep entombed within you

I didn't plan on falling in love with you. You are not my type. We don't have the same taste in music. We don't have the same taste in anything but I have gotten to know you because we simply coexist in the office. 

You have no idea the torture I have put myself into. Having to save you who didn't want to be saved but I ended up saving anyway because of my own selfish reasons--I still wanted us to hang out. So please stop bringing up how our future would be like. stop saying I'll be your bride how could you speak so casually about it.

we both know where I stand. I would never ever be your number one and only one. I'd never see what your room looks like. I'd never be part of anything in your life because this is where I am, this is where you placed me, and this is where I have to be. in between your woes and happiness. 

I know there is something more to this. More to getting stuck into this downward frenzy. You don't have to kill me with these white lies. Stop bothering me.Stop  messing with my head. Please.

I would say I'm sorry if I thought that it would change your mind.

Dear Lord, it's the end of the world. I think I'm in love.

nothing sort of a jubilee

Will I ever get my big break and find out answers? I have been wondering all this time what truly matters and what is it I am fighting for.

I hope it won't be too late by then.