I like the way he smiles, and they way he pinches my chubby cheeks. I like his laugh and his stupid cards. I like him. But I'm just his friend.
" And on Christmas I was gonna ask her to hang out or text her and ask her what she wanted for Christmas and 99.9% of the time people usually say 'so what about you?' Then I'd state some random stuff like computer and stuff and then I'd say 'but what I really want for Christmas this year is for you to be mine' but my social awkwardness would NEVER allow that"
I remember reading this over and over again. Every inch if me crumbling. He wanted her and came to me for advice. Was it not obvious I liked him? Or did he just not care? Either way I didn't like it. I didn't like her. Or the feeling. I didn't like me.
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Memories
PoetryThis is probably just gonna be a book full of sad memories to look back on my life. Like a journal that I post for everyone to read.
