As of tomorrow (or today, if you're reading this on 11.20), my birthday is two months away. Never let anyone tell you your dreams mean nothing because all that means is they've let go of theirs. Their pessimism is not worth you giving up on your optimism or realism over any situation in your life. Eric thinks I hate him. The boy who never looks me in the eye when I'm talking to him, completely disrespects me, thinks I hate him. What the hell? Here I am for the past year or so trying to figure out on my own what the fuck is going on with him. We used to be so close but somewhere around four years ago, we stopped talking and when I even tried to connect to him, make him laugh, be around him, he shuts himself off from me completely. I could tell a joke that is insanely funny and yet, he won't laugh until someone else relates it to him in the exact same wording, phrasing and tone. I don't understand what happened but what I do know is that I thought he hated me or didn't like me. I accepted that he didn't. Yet, now it's changed. He thought I hated him. previous - next