I hate the way you look at me, like you can see right on through me. Like you know what I’m thinking, what about to say, it makes talking with you so damn hard, I can’t think of anything interesting to say. I wish liking you would be easy, but that would be impossible. And how my friends tell me that I should just give up, because you’re with someone, and that I would be taking away someone else’s happiness just for myself, and that makes me selfish. I know what they are trying to say, just if only they knew what I was feeling about you. You make me feel so special, happy, wanted, and needed at some points. But hey, who knew. Who knew things would get this awkward between us. I never wanted that, I just wanted you to know how I feel, but no matter what you will always know it even before I tell you. That how much I like you. But hopefully this will all pass over and I will be able to get on with my life. Here I sit talking about it, NO! More like ranting about it. I can’t stand this pain. I want it to all go away. I want to be happy again, but who knows when that will be. When I look at you, I feel something, and then I blink to see a world that I will never have.
[******** EMO!!! CHEER THE ******** UP!!
[******** EMO!!! CHEER THE ******** UP!!
