I’m a fucking idiot. Of course she doesn’t like me. I’m a fat ass loser with no self-confidence. I really should just give up. My days of being happy are over. Life sucks, then you die.
Fuck you. I love you. I’m right here. And you couldn’t give less of a shit about me. You just want the attention.
I don’t know why I put myself through this.
You should mean nothing to me, but in this point of my life, you are all I have ever wanted.
Haven’t been this nervous about something in a long time.
I have always felt that moving all my life was a good thing. It forced me to be able to change, or more correctly, lie to people about who I am, the things I like, and do whatever it took to fit in.
I did whatever I could to have friends, try to be popular, and then, when the time came to move, I could emotionally disconnect from the people I had come to befriend, and move on to the next set of people.
But everything has changed. I don’t know how to make real friends. I am obsessed with a woman who I don’t think wants anything to do with me anymore.
I haven’t had a real relationship with a person in 3 years. and It’s a scary thought.
I am only getting older, and it’s only going to be more of a problem.
Based on the amount of laziness already happening in my life, I’m not entirely sure I’ll ever use this again.