Feb 13, 2007 01:15
Is it me? Am I not good enough? Am I not good looking? Why the fuck am I always, always, fucking always the best friend and not the boyfriend?
I know it's not those two things. I know it's just circumstance. But I am so fucking tired of this.
For those untold, I talked to Anny, girl I have a thing for, about how I felt about her. She didn't feel the same way. Funny thing though, totally mature conversation, totally easy to talk about, absolutely no awkwardness before-hand or afterwards. But the meaning of shot-down doesn't necessarily imply any of those things being present or absent.
Two days before Valentine's Day, and I am already in a sulky mood. Son of a bitch.
PS: And if that weren't bad enough, I happen to be up all night like fucking moron, and as find Anny and Alan outside smoking, I decide to hang with them, which turned out to be them snuggling on Alan's bed as we watched Clone High. And that snuggling pissed me off so much, I actually bustsed up my hand punching a wall, as I left.
I have officially joined the wall punching club, and in turn, sunk to a new low.
I hate.