I like you so much. I shouldn’t like you but I do. Every time I look at you, I am automatically smiling and every time you look at me, I feel all tingly inside. Every time I pass your house, I look and think of where you must me now. Every time you speak nicely or flirt with someone, I can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever speak to me in that way. You are driving me crazy.

I still remember the day I first saw you. Six months ago. I was just walking around with my friends with a seven-eleven slurpie in my hand. I even remember the clothes you and I were wearing. I was wearing my purple top, black shorts with my favorite blue hair band and white toms. You on the other hand, were wearing a red football top with brown shorts and Nike shoes. Your hair looked messy but so god damn sexy. I thought that you would be nice but as time passed by, you ended up being so fucking rude and egoistic. You’ve hurt me so much with your words and I hate you for but I love you too. I don’t even make sense. God, I really am going insane.

It’s been like this for so long now. You probably think of me as the really awkward, loud girl but I think of you completely differently. I think of you all the time. Whenever I see you with all those other girls, it feels like somebody is throwing punches at my heart. I want to be the only girl with you and for you. I want your arm around me, not any of them. I dislike you and like you at the same fucking time. Fuck, I think I am bipolar. But even if you do end up liking me, I can’t do it to her. She likes you too. She’s been obsessing over you for so long now. She will hate me and I honestly will not be able to take that…