At times like these, I wonder why this is happening to me.
A boy comes into my life. Great. Walks all over it. Fantastic. He’s so clueless. I’m so tired of being the one to address problems. We weren’t friends. We didn’t act like friends. Who sneaks in to changerooms with their friends? No one. We weren’t friends.
sometimes i feel like he acts like he likes me back and is just scared to say anything and then i tell myself not to get my hopes up and then i become a mess like i am now and i just can’t even right now.