I hate this.

Despite general knowledge, I have the capability to get a crush. Yeah. Though I --most often than not-- do NOT want to get a crush on anybody, I am but a girl. And you know what's worse than getting a crush? It's almost everybody else telling you that the two of you are a perfect match. You know what's worse than that? It's him telling you that he has a crush on somebody else. And you know what's even worse than that? It's him telling you practically every week how he likes 'her' even more everyday.

Sheesh, that sounds like a cheesy song, do'n't it?

I know I have no reason to get angry at him, because, hey! it's not like he's mine or anything (not that he's anybody else's either). And, take note, I am not angry at him. No, I'm not in denial. I'm truly not angry at him. I'm angry at myself for being angry at the situation.

*sigh*

The ironies of life just have to be so ironic, don't they?

Don't worry, I won't be in a depressed mode forever just because of a little crush. I suppose my only consolation is this: if it's not him, then somebody else better is out there for me, and when the right time for me to commit to someone finally comes, life is going to be awesome.

I love my life.

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