I don't know. Sometimes I don't know what to think, what to feel, what I look like for others.
He hurt me. He said that I am typical. Am I? I am used to hear that I am special, different, unique, even perfect. And he said that?! And he doesn't call anymore. I am not gonna call neither. It seems that we are pretty much done here then... It bothers me, doesn't hurt, but bothers.
I like him. For nothing, just like him. But can't forgive, can't forget, can't...
One day I felt so bad and frustrated. I was walking alone, listening to music with eyes full of tears. Then I sat on a banch and started thinking about him. I needed him at that moment. And all of a sudden he called me, he was there for me.
And it's so fucking stupid of me to think about it now, cause he doesn't care anymore. He is pretty OK (I am sure). He forgot me almost or at all.
He doesn't call me, because I hurt him too...