sugar madness.

Francis calls me Élise at work.
('Tis my "French name" -- given by Madame Lachet.)
Bert goes, "Ano daw? Liz? Ok ah!"
I say, "Élise! Ano ba!"
Bert retaliates, "Ah, sorry na! Pero Liz, ok yun ah!"

Okay nga. As in OKAY! Haha. Call me Liz from now on. xp (Or Élise, whichever you prefer.)

Otherwise call me Chrisfel. (And NOT Fel; potah, I hate that nickname. Haha.)
And NOT Chris -- people call my brothers & mom that nickname already. Duhhh.

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So I'm being paranoid and is set for a heartbreak.
Again.

Bert: "Give him a chance, ano ka ba! You never know!"
Me: "Ehhh! I hate being this way." =(
Bert: "Don't do what you always do to them."
Me: "..which is?"
Bert: "Don't push him away."

This sucks.
I hate feeling this way.
I don't even know what I feel for the guy, you know?

I'm just afraid of givin' the heart away to the wrong person.

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I'm done with being emotionally unstable.

Yet here I am, once again, with a heart so giddy it won't stop bouncing happily.