That Moment

You know that moment your heart is sinking and you have no one to turn to but so much you need to talk about? 
I hate feeling hopeless. I hate knowing that he doesn’t like me, and not only that, but doesn’t care and has lost respect for me. He doesn’t know me. But even though he plays me, flirts with me, and knows how much I like him, he doesn’t care to give me a chance. That’s all I ever wanted. Now one of my best friends has a potential boyfriend, my other best friend is in Mexico, and my other best friends just can’t understand. Maybe no one can. This is a typical problem I know, but why can’t I just stop liking him? Just one date. Just an hour of talking so you can see that maybe somewhere inside me there’s something redeemable. Off to random parties to fool around with random-er guys until I get over him. Gotta love being fucked up. 

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