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Getting Out

I was more F than A or C, but any way you look at it, I was an AFC. An Average Frustrated Chump. I had a crush on a girl named Renee, who lived on my floor in the dorm.

For weeks I lived in agony, wondering if she liked me. I'd make subtle hints and get back subtle responses which weren't nearly conclusive enough for me to do anything about it.

Things came to a head on Friday night. I had to ask her. Not in person, of course. On AIM.

"I don't deserve you"

On Looking at her hurts a bit

I don't deserve you. I. don't. deserve. you.

Well that's certainly something I've never been told in my entire life. Not sure if I like it.

I'll back up a bit to explain.

If you've read my first post than you know that I'm bisexual and I currently have a crush on a really (like really) popular girl from school. She's also super super pretty.

Anyways, things between me and her are.. complicated. We talk via whatsapp but it's always me who starts and she answers with just a few words. A normal person would back up, right? Well I would have, if not for the fact that we have kissed and when we meet in real life she comes to me and she invited me to her private party and a lot of other stuff happened. Also, my friends continue to tell me they can see that she likes me a lot.

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