Rosalie and her inability to function: the novel

He has a girlfriend

He has a girlfriend. I sat around and waited for something to happen when I knew nothing ever would. Who cares if you interact with him regularly? Who cares if you're friends? Who cares if you thought there would even be any chance of him liking you back? No one, because he has a girlfriend.

He has a girlfriend. And it's probably that girl that I've already been jealous of for years because of her grades and accomplishments and popularity. I'm an ugly piece of shit and I should've known crushing on him would go nowhere. After all, he has a girlfriend.

He has a girlfriend. He's cute, he's funny, he's witty, but of course he's into someone else. I'm a nobody. And yet, after all these months of sitting idly by and being human garbage, I'm surprised at all of this, of him having a girlfriend.

How do you even tell someone you like them? How do you tell him when you have to face him in school almost everyday, when you interact with him on a daily basis? I'm never going to get a boyfriend. Even if I ask, I'm human garbage. They'd just say no. Of course he has a girlfriend. Of course he does.