I’m pretty sure that when somebody shows up at your doorstep with sunflowers, chicken nuggets, and a chocolate milkshake you’re supposed to fall in love with them….but instead I wished he was you. And then told him to go home because I felt like shit because I missed you. I feel so guilty but it’d be wrong to lie and say I felt the same about him as he does for me and I do for you. He needs to not be in love with me because I really don’t want to break anybody’s heart. It’s a shitty feeling and he doesn’t deserve it after all he’s done for me. But this is very much an unrequited love. FUUUUUCK. I really don’t understand why men like me. I’m a selfish mess and my tits aren’t big enough to make that okay.