Even though I know that people not liking me is simply an inevitable part of life, I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that someone out there hates every part of my existence. And for such a fucking stupid reason that could've easily been resolved had it not been so wildly blown out of proportion.
I can't help thinking about him and it's
driving me crazy. There's this episode of Scrubs where JD has a
girl on his mind, and Turk calls him out on it. JD denies that he's
thinking of her, but then we go into his daydream and he's imagining her
jumping on his back saying, "YES I AM!" (I wish I could find a clip of
it on YouTube, buuut I couldn't. Sighh.) But anyway...That's how it
feels. I deny that he's on my mind, and then it's like he's jumping on
my back screaming, "YES I AM!"
He's always....there. Jumping on my back,
walking past me on campus, sitting near me. I wish he would stop
Maybe if he didn't hate me so much this all would be