Pomegranatey

Im not pretty enough. I’m not cute enough. I’m not skinny enough. I’m not stylish enough. I’m not funny enough. I’m not loving enough. I’m not crazy enough. I’m not smart enough. I’m not strong enough. I’m not hot enough. I’m too stupid. I’m too weird. I’m too normal. I’m too much of a good girl. I want you so bad. I start feeling the way I want to about you then you stop. I start getting that stupid fuzzy feeling inside and you stop. I start feeling comfortable enough to cuddle and make out with you and you stop. And you turn to one of my good friends. Do you have any idea how fucking messed up that is? I want to commit a double murder suicide or something. You, her, then me. I wanna just go die. I want her to just not like you. I want her to not catch her attention. I care so much. You are the most attractive guy in school. You are handsome and beautiful. You have the most amazing eyes I’ve seen in my life. The coolest hair ever. The best body ever. The nicest arms, chest. Your style is amazing. I love it so much. I just want you to know that I would never act like how I did when we were in between dating if we were actually bf and gf. I would care about you so much more and show it. You are such an asshole. Nothing at the party was supposed to happen. You were supposed to come to your senses and say you don’t like her, you miss me and all you want is me. You were supposed to say hooking up isn’t everything. I want to stick to one girl. I want you to be her. I want us to be official. I feel like it too. I get that feeling of liking you more than I ever did before. We were supposed to work things out and be the best couple the class has ever had so far. All four years. I hate you so much. I feel like I should want to kill you. I hate so many things about you. I just hate that I don’t actually feel that way. I really like you. I hate the way I don’t hate you.