I’m back.

 So, I’ve re-read my diary, it’s interesting I suppose.
Especially since I am still hung up on the person I have been hung up on the whole time I’ve written about..
..but it got okay with him, so it makes me feel "kind of" good that my feelings this whole time were justified.
He was just too shy/too whatever to tell me how he felt.

He eventually did tell me how he felt, but now I’m wishing he did not.
He blew me off. I haven’t talked to him in a while.. and when we last spoke.. it wasn’t a fight or anything..

so.. I don’t know why he’s ignoring me.
I did something wrong, I don’t know what.

Maybe he found someone better?
Someone prettier, someone smarter?

Not quite sure, but those are possible.
I hate him so much, but that is only because I love him so much.
Which makes no sense.. but since when did anything involving love make sense? 
so..
here I am.. waiting, I suppose.
Waiting for someone better to come along..
or him to come back.
I don’t know what will happen first..
or if I will even be alive when one of those happens. 

or even if they will happen.
I know most people get married.. but I can’t see anyone ever loving me..
or me loving anyone.