Congratulations, You Suck.

My words have sparked interest in things, made men laugh, women cry, broken hearts, opened eyes, made girls blush, started fights, saved friendships, and changed the world. (well I'm still working on making that last one a reality.)

And reading through some of my old words, scratched into a highschool notebook, made me realize I'm a jealous, petty, sad person. All the things I used to write about were how I was single, alone, and upset that no girl liked me.

But now I realize I still feel those things. Jealousy still runs rampant through my body when I see a girl I like with another boy even if they aren't more than friends. I feel betrayed when I hear news about someone, even though I never wanted to be anything to them. I'm losing my wit when it comes to girls and am just becoming desperate. I take any sort of interaction with a girl, and immediately think she likes me, and start going down that road of, "maybe I like you too, we should date" when in reality its more like, "Hey I'm a girl that doesn't like you more than a friend, that just wants to talk to you."

I need to stop trying so hard.