i_am_anonymous

Whenever someone calls me "pretty" or "beautiful" "cute" or "gorgeous,"
which has happened a few times, believe it or not, I never believe them.
So, I tell them that I'm not. Because I believe it's true.
Because of that, no one bothers anymore.
I wish that I could feel like I really am those things.
I just don't.

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Him and I haven't been friends since December.
It's saved me loads of stress.
I don't have to worry about arguing with him everyday.
I can't argue with him if him and I ignore each other.
I noticed today that when him and I walk down the hallway in opposite directions, we both go out of our way to move the far side of the hallway as to be as far away from each other as possible.
It made me realise that we'll probably never be friends again.
Is it weird that it still hurts?
I am definitely overreacting.
But, what am I supposed to do?
I wonder sometimes if he ever misses being my friend.
Then I laugh at myself and think, "Are you kidding?"
He's happier now that we're no longer friends. 
Why can't I be?
Today, after I stepped away from a locker to let someone get in their locker that I was standing in front of, I almost ran into him. I, of course, freaked out and backed back into the lockers.
He then started to walk with his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend.
I heard his best friend say something that sounded like, "She tells me she hates you everyday."
Am I just paranoid?
I doubt it.
I do tell his best friend  that I "hate" him everyday.
Want to know the truth?
I don't hate him.
I just miss him.
Oh, how I wish things were different.
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(Sorry about these long pointless quotes. I'm just venting, that's all. I don't expect anyone to read them, let alone favourite them. I'm just trying to make sense of everything and try to make it hurt less.)

I know that I am definitely over him.
Want to know how I know?
He posted a status stating how fun he had at the dance with his girlfriend.
I liked it.
It didn't even hurt at all to do so.
I am truly happy for him, and I am so glad I'm over him.
I never wanted to like him in the first place.
I still love him.
But, it's a friendly love.
The way that he loves me.
I know he loves me.
He's told me before.
I never told him it back because I liked him and couldn't say I loved him.
I loved him more than he loved me.
I told him the other day that I love him.
It didn't hurt at all.
:)

So, a few weeks back, my school took this personality test thing.
It was to determine who your top 10 compatible matches are, your least 3 compatible matches, top 3 best friends, and 3 randomly selected people.

There's a dance coming up, and if you go with one of the people on your list, you get entered to get a prize I guess.

Well, I filled mine out, not expecting much. I mean, it was just for fun. Which is why my friend bought our lists today. (Yes, bought. We had to pay 2 dollars each. ._.)

Well, my list pretty much sucked. First off, my number one was some Senior that I've only heard of, but didn't actually knew.

Further along the list, at number 7, was the person I dreaded the most being on there.

The guy that I used to like's best friend.
The one who hates me with a burning passion.
I knew he was going to be on there.
HIM AND I ARE SO SIMILAR.
Didn't make me any happier knowing that I was right with my prediction.
Also, the guy I used to like was on there at number 9.

Apparently, they had both filled them out, checked each other's, and had pretty much the same exact answers.

So, yeah.
If he didn't hate me so much, I'm pretty sure him and I would get along just swimmingly! O_O

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❒ Taken
✔ Mentally Dating Shane Dawson

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