a little bit sad

I want friends to stop deciding they’re attracted to me. I’m not over it yet so don’t even bother, and keep your words to yourselves because I’m not interested. I have crushes on few people, and so far only one of them has lasted, and gotten into both my heart and pants. I’m not that easy, ok. And it’s offensive when you think you have a shot, when you know how I am, because we are supposed to be friends. And for the one person I do want? Well. I think it’s actually over. And I’m really very very sad about it. Everyone thinks you’re just using me for a number of reasons, and I haven’t wanted to believe them but everyone can’t be wrong. Right? I don’t want to talk about this anymore, Tumblr.

And on another note, weed is a horrible thing and I wish it didn’t exist. I really really do. I don’t care how lovely people seem to think it is, I just know that it changes people and this makes me sad.

And on another one, you, yes you. I think you’re into me. Maybe. And with you, I don’t mind. Because you’re nice to me and ask me what’s wrong and have never even tried to lay a finger on me. Maybe that means you’re not into me. Doesn’t matter. I could do with more of that kind of people.