I don’t know if I like her anymore. I still think of you every day but I don’t get the same feeling anymore. I hope that when we come back to school, I won’t feel anything anymore. I want to focus on my exams first. The fact that you gave me a plushie for an exchange gift during the Christmas party is only making things worse. I wish you got someone else. I want to forget these feelings, yet this plushie stays with me and I think of you every day. It hurts yet I still think.
I have no chance with you and my mom will kill me if she ever finds out, but I wish to be a good friend to you, even if you only talk to me if you need something for a subject or if I chuck food at you.
I wish that I could make friends easily and wasn’t so quiet. But I can only dream and admire you from afar.
“You look so nice in your shirt.
“It’s sad because it just hurts.”
“I’d do anything for you.”
“But would you do that for me, too?”
Go away, stupid feelings. I want to focus on my exams, not her.
