I feel like I’m thirteen again.
I have a schoolgirl’s crush on you because you’re exquisitely handsome, you’re sweet and charming, and maybe once I imagined you flirted with me.
I hear you fuck a lot of girls.
But I’d still like to imagine that maybe one day I’ll be attractive enough that you’d give me a second glance. That you’d see something worth having in me.
Or maybe I should just hope that one day I’ll wise up and realize I’m stupid for pining after you and that I’m not on your level and never will be.
Hope that I can stop dreaming about making love to you when I’m lying in bed next to other guys.
this whole thing makes me sick.