Gestern hab' ich meinen Tag damit zugebracht, mich unwohl zu fühlen,
Und mitten im Bio lernen hab' ich meinen Schülerkalender durchgeguckt.
Ich hab' so einen, der total vollgeschrieben ist; alle meine Termine sind drin, meine Hausaufgaben (die ich natürlich immer erledige, haha.), Dinge, die meine Freunde reingeschrieben haben, und so weiter.
Und an dem Tag, an dem ich mich mit IHM (haha.) getroffen have are everywhere fattest heart, my calendar is full with his name, and so on.
could not. Yesterday I realized that I really want nothing from him. Really nothing.
Sure, he looks good, I like him, he's nice. But what fascinates me about him is really just that he does not want me. And he is perfect to fit in a hineinzusteigern Andys. The
me was so clear and I've got the stuff ripped out, painted over, somehow rausradiert halt. If I
icq anmache, I seek still his first name. He is never on or something, we never write, and it irritates me to see even really, that he's not there. And if he is there, it irritates me him to not write, or write to him and one probably. get a response.
Actually I want all this but did not, and it is a waste of time. Total waste of time.
I mean, it brings me to constantly think about a guy who does not want me, and I really do not even want? Exactly. Nothing.
So should I stop to convince myself that I want something from him. Will I ever had. I think at least.
eyes on, look ahead, always open to new things, haha. (Aaand, Attention: depressed girl set:) If want me for a time.
EDIT: it's online, hahaha, and I sit here and am looking forward. shit.
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