It sucks how the person you’re crazy about isn’t crazy about you. Instead they’re crazy about someone else. You’re practically screaming “open up your eyes! I’m right here”. They’ll only consider you as the good friend to run to when they have a problem and you would try so hard to cheer them up, put a smile on their face or atleast fake a “lol” or a “haha” anything to do with their happiness is good enough for you.
Even though you try to divert the feelings on to someone else, you’d still end up thinking about that one person at the end of the night and send a txt over “hey, how was your day”. You wouldn’t mind them venting out all their problems, including the ones which involve the person they’re into, because that way you feel needed. You feel responsible to cheer them up and hope that maybe they’ll notice something. They’ll notice you in a different light.
Its frustrating because that person is the one that you’d never want to hurt, you’d want to take your time with, or put in the extra effort. But that same person is the one that makes you cry at night because anything you do, any little advances or hints you make gets dismissed.
Its a one way street, and the only way out is to move forward. Move on.
Of clothes and shoes. I decided to be generous to the Salvation Army. I’m sure the less fortunate will be happy. One good deed this Sunday! x