Um so
So someone's like hey i like you A LOT. and then you feel bad because you love them just you don't want them. But you tell them you do, so they won't feel bad. 4 months later they think they're your boo and you're like yeaaaah... ok.... and they tell you they love you and then so they won't feel bad you tell them you love them... and then you really don't see this as fun anymore just a nuisance. But you hate that they feel like a nuisance to you because it's like.. they care so fucking much about you. You feel like trapped and evil and ashamed. Mostly ashamed. You feel really fucking ashamed. So you don't know what to do. You start seeing all these people you could be flirty and stupid with and when you do get like that around them you think what the fuck is wrong with me I have someone. But it doesn't feel like it. And then you start making plans so that when you tell this person you really don't like them like that anymore it won't be awkward. Like you get your own locker and get some of your shit back without making them think anything, and you casually stop calling them as often and you stop waiting around for them in the hallways and you make a lot of different plans over the weekend so you can't do as much with them. And then they start to suspect something. And you deny it. And you know you're the biggest idiot out there but you can't hurt them (but what if you're already hurting them with trying to keep them oblivious)? They're so fucking needy. you can't believe you just thought that. And you feel so ashamed. Ugh.