Obsessed

{This was written for 31/09/09, 4:13PM}
So insult number 1, I've been told that I'm obsessed with my 'Edward'. Insult number 2, this statement came from those whom I consider as my close friends. To be dramatic (I am in the NASDC after all), I could say that this was a stab in the back - the ultimate act of betrayal.

Till this day, I have no idea how this whole 'obsessed' topic came on. School had ended, we were walking out of the school gates and chatting about random stuff, when bam, the topic sneaks up on us. Anyway, I want to focus on the 'obsessed' topic. Not that I'm blaming anyone here, but humour me for a while.

Imagine that you like this sec 4 guy who is supposed to be graduating in 2 days time. Obviously, you'd be pretty cut up about it. Not to mention that he has his 'O' levels in 27 days time and you have your finals, plus you're worried about your bad grade in math, and no amount of practice seems to be able to pull it up. Bad enough? Great, now just throw in the fact that your two close friends just called you obsessed. Now you really feel awful.

And, they didn't just state that I was 'obsessed', noo. They actually went a step further and said that it was 'unhealthy', that I 'needed help' and oh, I'm pretty sure they would have recommended me to a few counsellors if I'd let the conversation go that way. In the end, I pretended to agree with them, and said to one of them that I'd work on completely forgetting him and also, "I'm obsessed, it's unhealthy and will ruin my life, I should forget about him. Plus it'll be good that he's graduating in 2 days time. The sooner he goes, the better." I injected so much sarcasm that I swear, if sarcasm could kill she'd be dead by now. And know what? She actually agreed with every single thing I said! Can you believe it?!

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