The little things.

Today, you asked why I painted my jeans blue and pink, when they already had white on them. I giggled. YEAH, I KNOW, GIGGLED. How lame am I... And told you that those were a different pair.

It makes me happy that you notice the little things like that.

I don't know why I get my hopes up though. I know we won't happen.

Even if you ever did like me again, which I highly doubt would happen, no one would ever accept us together. All of my friends hate you. We belong to two totally separate groups. We would be extremely shunned if we ever got together. I know I shouldn't let anyone but me control my decision, but they are my friends and I care about their opinion. Probably more than I should, but still.

I feel like such a horrible person when I wish you and your girlfriend would break up. She seems like a really like girl, and you guys seem rather happy. I feel so selfish. And I`m really not enjoying it.

At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes... all you need is one.

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You know what?

Fuck you.

Why the hell do you still consume my thoughts?

You are an idiot. An asshole. And egotistical MANWHORE for crying out loud.

Can anyone please tell me why I still like you?

Maybe it's the way you smile at me.

Or laugh.

Or say my name.

I should know you're just setting me up for disappointment, like you always do.

I know you are going to hurt me again.

So why do I still hope?