Tuesday, July 8
Confessions under the coffee table
I don't know what to say. I'm really lost for words.
I guess i've always been 'that guy' . Never called by name, never mentioned, just a mere stranger as a fraction of your life.
You'll never know how much you've hurt me over the years. Time and time again. Sometimes i thought that maybe life would be so much better if i didn't have to put myself through the same torture everyday.
I probably don't mean anything to you, with the huge amount of friends you have. Even successfully asking you out, to me, is like winning the lottery. It means so much to me that every second i spend with you is like a single coin to a beggar. Desperate for more, yet unable to get it.
What i say right now might not mean a thing to you. " so what? You're nobody to me , i couldn't care less even if you died cause i probably wouldn't notice"
I doubt you even know you're treating me like this. It's more or less second nature to you.
But if by some miracle you do know who you are, then it'll probably be the last you hear from me. Because i'm done waiting for you to realise that what i've been going through is not what friendship is even about.
But on second thought, i doubt you would even come across this. It'd most likely be the last place on earth in the internet you'd wanna visit.
fuck, why does life have to be so unfair to me.
10:39 PM