I love too many things to count. I am in love with a guy that doesn't love me. I guess you can call that unrequited love huh?... I guess it was my fault tho... he looked like the type that couldn't be tied down. But I still wanted him.  I thought that I could change him, but I guess you can't make someone love you when they couldn't care less about you. For a minute it seemed like I had him, but I was stupid and messed it up. I relentlessly go back to him though. It seems like my mind knows that I will get my heartbroken but my heart thinks it will be different this time... but it never is. I guess you could say that I'm in my feelings. But now that I think about it,  it seems like I always am.