This diary entry is written by ‹VanChan›. ( View all entries )
Saturday, 25 June 2011
09:27:05 PM (GMT)
We had been making fun of a dude acting like a trans, we were laughing and joking
around. Then I asked to ask you a question. You replied in slight confusion.
"Did you really want to go out with me?" I asked. I wanted you to be honest with me.
I didn't care if you said no. It would be good if you said yes. You could've told me
you just prefer guys over girls and we could stay as best friends. But no. You just
ignored me. You decided to be a coward. Then you text me a day later, starting a new
topic? No. Fuck no. I may be patient, but I can't tolerate things like that. Love is
the biggest thing I'm sensitive about and you've brought me to near-tears.
You know what? Forget it. I no longer like you. I can't continue to like a guy that's
too cowardly and runs away instead of talking to others.
I fucking hate love. You fall for people that end up not really returning your
feelings, never knowing who the person at the other end of your red string is.
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