It took quite one full year to really, really move on. I know. I'm crazy. I'm not entitled to feel anything because...what am I to you, anyway? I'm just this one acting all foolish, thinking that being confusingly honest whenever I joke around that I like you would actually hit you in some ways.

It sucks that when I finally decided to be real honest with my feelings, you'd suddenly go away. It's obviously f*cked up. Obviously, Obvious. Whatever.

Now that I finally got used to not thinking about you nor complaining about my non-existent love life, why do I feel like something's wrong? Like I miss feeling giddy, then frustrated, then etc etc I DON'T KNOW, but this is complete, messed up, BS.

I'm mainly run on school and money right now, and it feels like my feelings for you evaporated together with other parts of my humanity; aka social life. It's like I'm getting shittier and shittier as a writer/artist/whatever everyday that I get to move on from you.

Of course, no one's at fault, but my totally illogical ego is blaming you.
I HATE THIS FEELING
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