I fucking hate when I like a guy, and someone says that to me. How rude can you be? I don’t care if he isn’t the “cutest” boy ever, he doesn’t have to be. The fact that you don’t even know him, and you still said that. Fuck you. I like him for him. You might not think he’s cute, but you don’t see him the way I do. I think he’s perfect the way he is.
That’s the hardest thing for me to do. Especially when I actually like someone, but knowing that they’re in love with someone else hurts. I’m tired of chasing. I’m tired of waiting for someone. I’m not gonna keep chasing you after you get my expectations up so high to only hurt me in the end. I say “I’m fine” But am I really? No. I only smile to get rid of the pain and pretend that I’m happy. When really, I’m just hurting.