Something I never wanted to admit. To myself and to others, I have denied it. Trying to get over him. Trying to face the fact that I am in fact crazy. Crazy for the things I once believed, the things I once said and the fact that I thought he liked me. I guess it was just a little crush, but a little crush itself is not so little. A crush is when someone has your heart and you are head over heels for them and they keep letting you fall. That one day comes when they decide to pick you up off the ground. That day they came to realize that without you falling head over heels for them, they are nothing. What they want, and need is you and when they really want and need you, they wont sit back and wait for you because the fact that they are madly in love with you became noticed.

Sometimes they are so scared to admit that they are crazy about you and nothing ever happens. That is my situation. I am crazy, obsessed, scared and confused. I've liked this guy since seventh grade and I haven't stopped liking him! I met him in a cruel way. I was a joke, something they used to laugh it. In the end no one was laughing because he ended up with the ugly Chucky look-a-like and I ended up even crazier about him than ever! If he could like someone that ugly, why can't he like me? The reason why he chose her over me is because he is not only young and stupid, but suddenly being skinny is the new fat! Well do you know what I say about that; if you want to marry a woman who looks, acts and dresses like a little child, you do not need to produce a child, you are married to one! Congratulations! For now, I will remain flaunting the curves that I have and laughing at the boys that are "getting some tonight," when you are truly getting nothing.