That boy. His eyes. They hypnotize me every time I get to see them. Like the golden eyes you see on tv but are fake. His are real. That's what made him even more special to me. You can see the hatred and annoyance and pain in his eyes when he glances at me. Notice how I didn't say look. That's because it hurts him. And he thinks I'll get this whole idea that if he "looks" at me I'll start obsessing over him all over again. He doesn't know I've changed. It's all because he doesn't talk to me anymore. We have no contact what so ever. Everyday we have to see each other at some point during the day. Every time it's the same look or expression. "I hate you. I don't want to talk. God let this be over already." This is what goes through my mind and what probably goes through his is "I don't want to see that bitch. Looking at her makes me feel something. And I don't feel things." But he doesn't care. Seeing me probably doesn't even phase him. Like oh it's another girl I played with. She thinks she loves me. But that's all an idea. And maybe I should stop thinking about his eyes and his smile and the way he walks. Which is totally nerdy. And he looks like his back has to be arched backwards. And it's funny like a penguin. Haha. Okay maybe that walk isn't that hot. But for some reason it seemed that way. and maybe my day will come whemn i don't think about him anymore. and i have a feeling that day is right now. I am officialy done.
