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âshit. like, holy shit. amira shacklebolt. you mean the person on who i have the biggest crush of my life? theyâre not feelings. at least, i donât want them to be feelings. letâs be real, sheâd never reciprocate them. and fuck, they are feelings. i canât lie to you; not right now. i canât stop thinking about her, and i hate it. her lips, her face, her eyes, her hair; i canât get it out of my head. i canât get her out of my head, and i donât get it. iâm not supposed to feel this way. iâm iris fucking parkinson, for godâs sake! i donât do feelings. yeah, i fucking love people, but i donât fucking grow too attached to them. iâm not dependant or clingy. i have so many friends, and they never expect anything from me, because, guess what! i always skip from friend group to friend group right before it gets too intense. like, i love all my friends with my whole fucking heart and always eventually go back to them, but⌠itâs easier not to let shit get too real. but with amira? shitâs getting real very fast, and iâm scared. iâm not supposed to feel this way. especially not about my bossâs daughter. which is like, weird. iâm tempted to quit just because itâs weird. also because the internshipâs boring as hell, but thatâs another story. just⌠fuck. itâs so much more than physical for me, and i canât let her know that. donât you fucking dare tell her.â












