I can't tell you how I feel. I don't know how I feel. You play with my mind in different ways, I can't tell if you like or dislike something. Take me for example. Do you like me? Or are you just saying that? Sometimes I think your just playing this cruel joke on me, and then eventually you will say "just kidding". I feel like I'm playing that flower game little girls play, you know, "he likes me, he likes me not, he likes me" and so on. I have no emotion. You remind me everyday that you like me, but do you really? You say you don't like me for me. You say I've changed and you like the old me better, yet you say you love everything about me. So let me ask you. What is everything to you? My looks? Cause that's the only thing you seem to like about me.
You make me laugh, you make me cry, and I like you a lot. You have these special talents/qualities that make you stand out. I'm not like you, I don't have any talents or "qualities". Your sweet, I'm mean. Your a good friend, I'm not. Your everything that I'm not or ever will be. I went through depression. For a long time, I felt sad for no reason. Ever since I got to high school, I've changed. I turned into a quiet depressed girl who is hated by everyone. I tried so hard to be with my "friends" but it turned out to be a disaster. The only friends I have are my friends Tiffany, Andrew, and you of course. You guys are the only people who actually care about me. You guys care about my depression and my happiness, which I haven't felt in a while, until I met you. You were always the one who cared the most and even though I was so mean to you, you still cared. You see, I can't do that. If you piss me off, I'll shut you out. You'll try to talk and wonder what you did wrong, but it's not you who did anything wrong. It's me. It will always be me and you know that. So, what is it about me you find attractive? You will deny the fact that you don't like me, and I'll accept. I honestly don't know what to say or how to feel. He likes me, he likes me not. He likes me, he likes me not. He likes me, he likes me not?
