I hate when I like a girl. I think about them a lot and replay memories of interacting with them often, when I’m sure they don’t think about me nearly as much. At the end of the day, they don’t really care. I hate that situation, and I hate myself for being this way. It baffles me now that I think about it, caring about someone who doesn’t care about you as much. Its foolish. It really makes me feel like a loser. Actually, its worse than that. I AM a loser. But this loser is going to keep at it like he always does, and try to make the outcome different. Because I’d rather be a loser than a quitter….right? Whatever, I don’t know anymore.
Day 9: Favourite Villain/Anti-Hero/Villain-Turned-Good