It sickens me that I am both a) in love and b) exceptionally pathetic about it.
I don't know if he cares for me or is annoyed by me or doesn't want to be close to me for fear of hurting me (he's nearly four years older than me, a senior in high school where as I am a freshman, and will obviously be leaving to go to college at the end of this year) or what. Maybe he really does love me and is wondering the same things. I don't know. I'm trying pretty hard to convince myself not to care, to just be friends with no weird feelings and get on with my own life.
Because so far, love has been a huge waste of time.
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