Fellas, you know that hot coworker I was talking about? I finally fucked her. Just kidding. Lmao. But today I did lift up her bra strap because she told me she had sunburn and while we were talking I was like let me see and I just lifted it. Oh and I touched her thigh the other day and leaned on her shoulder. Oh and she touched my arm out of nowhere to show me that her hands are cold. All of this is as far as I'll ever get in life. This here is the peak. I'm glad I got to talk to her a lot today, but I'm starving for her attention so much that when she leaves without saying bye, I feel devasatated. That's another reason why I hate myself -- small things get me thinking too deeply. I wish I could turn my brain off for a second. It's on a nonstop introspective critique. I wish I was just happy with her talking to me for a bit but I always want more. I sound like a fuсking friendzoned pusѕy right now -- I know.