Whenever I'm trying to sleep, I always think about HIM. But it's so blatantly obvious that he doesn't like about me back. I feel like I spend such a large portion of my day thinking about him and he probably forgets I exist. We don't have classes together, we don't talk. But I'm over here, hopelessly in love with him. And now, it's like I don't even know if I'm REALLY in love with him, but thinking about has become a habit and I can't stop. And when I see him in the hallway I get excited-nervous. Sometimes I wish I never fell in love with him. That would be easier.
