I loved him. Did he know it? Yes, he did. Did he love me back? I honestly don't know. Do my friends think he does? Yes they do think so. Do I think he does? No of course not. There is no way in hell I think he likes me back. Take for instance the few times I asked him out. i hat did he say? Yes? No? No. He said no. So I mean unless he fucking told you he likes me, don't tell me he fucking likes me. It makes me happy when you tell me that. Then when I ask him out and he says no then it makes me feel stupid. Not to mention used. I keep getting told that he likes me and it just gives me false hope that maybe he does like me. I am stupid for even thinking he would like me. It has always led to disappointment. Which leads up to where I am now. I feel stupid like the idiot I am and yet I am still disappointed. Not only in myself but in my friends and in him. I believed my so-called friends. Them because they lied to me. Him because he knows I like him yet he still says no every time I ask.
