I'm in love.
That's as simple as I'll put it. You make me feel loved.
We've spoken only once or twice and you've just gotten out of a one year relationship and we barely know eachother but I love you
Delusion. It's what I have. Trust me I acknowledge it's presence but, that won't stop me from staring at you in class, the hallway, or in the library.
How can a beautiful 6'7 volleyball playing truck driving 17 year old blonde boy love an ugly 5'4 below average achieving girl. It's a good thing she's engulfed herself in books from a young age.
An escape.
An escape from the reality of graduation, not finding love and knowing you'll never be asked to prom. I've already told my friends I have no desire to go for prom and they looked at me like I'm crazy. They look at me crazy and yet they have boyfriend's or guys that they KNOW are willing to go out with them. They get followed they don't do the following. It took you 6 hours to add me back on Instagram. In that same day, It took you 5 minutes to add back my hot blonde friend. You've known us for the same amount of time and yet you talk to her more. I can tell you do enjoy talking to me the few times that you have, as you were looking at me with full attention before even speaking to me.
Your ex is ugly btw. That doesn't come from a place of bitterness I just think she's ugly.
Thirst trapping and eye contact. What is your problem. Are you trying to come off as a slut? I'm looking at you like a slut. In this moment of course. I dropped in just to peak at your game because I wanted to. Lots of people there. Watching and staring at you. You stand out. Tallest on your team and your beauty is unmatched. I would do anything to let you fuck me up. But instead of you telepathically reading my horniness
What do you do? You stare at HER. THE FUCKING BLOND. I love the blonde. She's my friend. My GOOD friend. She may ignore me and pretend I don't exist some times but that's ok. I know she's not a delusional thought. But still you looked at her. That's the real reason I left. I left because in that moment I noticed all the beautiful girls on the stage and sidelines. I'll never be picked.
This book isn't about jack. It's about me not giving one and you not knowing one
This book isn't about jack it's about the lack of reciprocated love.
This book isn't about jack ..it's about never achieving.
This book isn't about jack.......It's about me.
Who loves me if not you?
