I don’t know why. I just simply don’t know why.
Why can I have a crush so deep, so deep, that it feels just like love?
And why am I so hurt?
I want to just fall out of love. I don’t want my heart to race. My palms to sweat. My brain to blank. And my speech to fuck up.
I don’t want to look at my love, and know that she doesn’t even feel for me back.
I don’t want to look at my love, and know that her eyes never will reach mine.
I don’t want to look at my love, and know that her senses are for another guy.
I don’t want to be emo.
I don’t want this.
1111, why can’t you just grant me this simple wish?
All I ask for.
Is to be the happy-go-lucky me.
The hapz me.
The sociable me.
The fuckitall me.
The I-think-girls-are-dumb me.
I’m sorry that I have wished for love the entire of 2011 and finally found it, only to remember how much it hurts to be unrequited.
So 1111. Please.