I noticed that didn't make sense. How could someone like him, like someone like me?
So, I should just give up, right?
He's a god. He's amazing, he's so popular and awesome and everyone likes him. He gets asked out all the time, and every girl in the school loves him and wants to date him.
So why would someone like me have a chance? Any chance at all?
I don't. I have a chance of negative 50 out of 100. I have less than a zero percent chance.
Sometimes, I think maybe somethings wrong with me. Beside the obvious things.
Like how I twitch and spaz out and pull at my hair and yell a lot and have no friends and- that's beside the point.
There has to be something wrong with me, because I don't give up.
I don't want to give up. I know I don't have a chance. I know he'll never even glance my way.
I know all I'm going to do is hurt myself and end up bringing unnecessary pain to myself.
So, why don't I just give up? Give up when I see him with girls. When I see him watching people beat me up. When I know he doesn't notice me. When I know he's straight.
Because I love him.
I need him. I want him. I love him, but he doesn't need, want, or love me at all; Let alone notice I exist.
But, I'll wait.
For what?
I don't know.
I just want to tell him that I love him, but I'm never going to be able to.
