When I grow up, I want to want someone who wants me back. Like, italicized, capital-w want, not just "yeah, we're both here and I like you well enough, that's cool," or "I love you, but I'm not into sex."
(I am a fourteen-year-old emo boy, after all.)
I think, though, that regardless of how much I grow up, I'm just not the kind of person who inspires that. I've spent a lot of time thinking it doesn't matter either way, but I'm grown up enough now to know that it does matter to me. It matters a lot. And it sucks, being so-so in the looks department and boring and sarcastic and standoffish and socially inept, but not in any sort of charismatic way, and not quite geeky enough, and not quite educated enough, and too much of other things (self-centered, for one).
(I'm tired of being the one where having a headache or a shitty day or a date next weekend matters. I'm tired of being bad timing and missed signals. It's not fair. Whine whine whine. Whine whine.)
Yeah, seriously. That was the most attractive post ever. Fuck's sake.
*goes to bed*
Bye.