More of lit class's insanity-driven writing. Was feeling slightly depressed about how it seems that all of the girls who I have liked have never wanted to be more than friends with me, and then sometimes when they consider it, they then quickly change their minds and leave me hanging out to dry. Moral of the story? Life can suck sometimes, but it gets better, just wait for it, you will be richly blessed for your patience, I was.
Why is it always the same story?
Why am I always just a friend?
Plenty of friends but none that are something more.
There's plenty of talking, that's never a problem, but I feel like I'm sometimes being used, nothing more than someone to listen to their problems.
And I've listened and advised on all kinds of things, from jobs to family issues and even relationship problems.
Why is it that they feel they can trust me with all of their private and personal stuff, but never even consider me as someone who could be a little bit more?
Whether its "can we still be friends?" or the idea of being anything more is never considered, it sometimes seems that "just a friend" is all I will ever be.
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