You are just so nice. And I never thought that it would ever be a problem to be nice. I guess I wouldn't call it a problem but, it does complicate things. You see, you're so nice and friendly to not just me but everybody. And that's not bad either, it's just confusing. One minute you and I can be talking and laughing and having a good time just us, but another minute you could be doing the same thing with someone else. And I'm not saying you're a player or anything because you definitely aren't, I'm just saying that it's hard for me to tell how you see me. How am I supposed to know if you feel anything special for me? You treat me like you treat everybody else.
But of course I take things the wrong way. I romanticize everything in my life and you are no exception. I kept telling myself that I wouldn't get my feelings involved, because everytime I do someone gets hurt and more often than not that someone is me.
I didn't expect to get so hurt, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised; I blow everything way out of proportion. It just isn't fair. I'm so tired of being a second choice. I'm never the one. Guys always pick her over me. They always chose her without hesitation and then I'm left alone. And it's frustrating because I can't even be mad about it. She's great... my best friend. So I can't blame him for choosing her, I did too after all.

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Stupid Feelings for Stupid Boys
PoesíaThere's just some things I need to get off my chest.