I don't know what hurts more, the fact that now he's telling me he "likes me" or the fact that I feel so damn alone lately. Vincent, seriously, is saying that he likes me. How do you go from loving someone to saying that you now like them? I mean, I guess it isn't TOO bad, considering the fact that he said he didn't love me at all anymore in January. But every time he tells me that he "likes me" I want to cry. And I have, without him knowing. We talk all day, all night, all the time. And you forget how to love me? Maybe I really am unlovable. It seems like people have an easy time falling in love with me, then falling out real fast. Fuck love, man. What's the point even?! It all ends up in heartbreak. Sheesh, I sound like my 14 year old self all over again. I was so much cooler when I was 14. I didn't believe in love, I said "fuck it" to everything and I was actually, probably, happier than I am right now. That's sick to know but whatever. At least I was happy. Happy being a pessimist? It worked.
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