Copypasta.

Because using the word déjà vu is clichéd now. Never thought something as absurd would happen to myself. Again. Though it hasn't, it's surely building up to that.

Like always, it starts with a girl. There's always a girl. There was and now there is again. Randomly and out of nowhere gets 'close'? Done that. The girl confiding with me about everything? Check. Comes from a rich family? This is getting freaky. Overprotective mom? Coincidence, hopefully. Late night hours long phone calls? Everybody does that... right? Willing to risk so much just to see me? *gulps* And finally, this was the part that says "You're in a horror movie! Fate wants you dead for the things you have done ASAP!":

The exact same cellphone.

Well that didn't turn out to be as dramatic as I hoped it would.

I'm going tweak the story this time and we'll see how things would turn out.

And no. I would not have sex this time around. Ugh, regret is nothing but a dull blade that stabs you multiple times while oddly having a mouth that is unceasingly laughing hysterically at your face-palmed self.

*Sigh*

I'm done.
Afan.