3rd choice

tell me what i should do.
just give me a hint,or a signal,or a sign,anything.
please,i beg you.

i have nothing in mind to speak or neither to think.
Thinking bout this brings me nowhere but to guilt.
is it really my fault that my mum born me out late?
i have told you to move on,and yet you're putting all this guilt on me.
i've said enough.
i like you,but i don't love you.
which part do you not get?

a love triangle,must that always be in the way of a clean and wide pathway?
why do love triangles even exist?
this i don't get.
screw this shit.