I Don't Particularly Feel Like Writing A Title
How can I care so much about someone who never asked for me to care about them? How can I be so happy for them when they succeed and so utterly sad for them when they don't and so worried about them over certain things that they do and so dejected in understanding that they don't know I care and that I will never get over myself enough to tell them? What gives me the right to care about them so much when they never gave any indication of wanting me to do so? What right do I have to feel and put forth this kind of love unsolicited?
And it's sad to know that I'm not the only one. That's what makes it even more humiliating and degrading to myself as a person. And as a female of the species. I'm not the only one now, nor will I ever be. For as long as this goes on, there will be others out there, because he's hot. I wonder if that's all they see in him. I hope not.
I care about him because of who he is.
And it's sad to know that I'm not the only one. That's what makes it even more humiliating and degrading to myself as a person. And as a female of the species. I'm not the only one now, nor will I ever be. For as long as this goes on, there will be others out there, because he's hot. I wonder if that's all they see in him. I hope not.
I care about him because of who he is.