~Venting/Rants~

10-20-21

It's not fair to dislike someone you haven't met before, yet the unfairness doesn't stop the feeling.

She doesn't know me, I've probably never even been mentioned to her before, but she's been mentioned to me.

I haven't met her, nor talked to her, but I've heard about her.

The way he talks about her, and the way he feels about her, I hate it.

It sucks, but that's life.

You love, you lose.

Simple.

Not everyone you like in your lifetime will like you back.

Which is ok, and it a lot of cases is probably a good thing.

But it does hurt.

When you like someone and they don't feel the same, when simply talking to them can cheer you up, when just being around them makes your day better, it hurts when you realize that that's how they probably feel, just about someone else.

I may like him, but he likes her.

I don't entirely hate her, that's stupid, a better word is jealously.

I'm jealous of her.

I wish he would look at me and smile, and that he would tell all his friends about me and would be happy if I said I loved him, but he won't.
That's how he feels about her.

He know's how I feel about him, he knows the things I like about him, we're friends, we talk often. I make him laugh, he makes me laugh. I make him smile, he makes me smile. But that doesn't change the fact that all we are is friends. Or the fact that he likes her, Jewel.

I want him to like me, to see me and cheer up, to be happy to be around me, to simply smile because we're talking, to just feel happy because he's talking to me, but that's how I feel about him, not the other way around.

Life is like a game, one where you can truthfully never win, one that has many ups and downs, one that lots of people don't like playing. It can be a fun game, it can be a sad game, it can be a short game, or a long game, but to me, it's a game that I won't quit playing, but It's also a game that I hate playing.