Ask me why I keep on loving you when it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me. The problem is, that as much as I can't force you to love me, I can't force myself to stop loving you.

You see that girl? She looks so happy right? Telling jokes, smiling, having a great time and... Dying inside. She's hurt and tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of not being good enough, tired of life. But she doesn't want to look dramatic, weak and attention seeking. So she keeps it all inside. Acts like everything's perfect, but cries at night. So everybody think she's the happiest person they know. That she has no problems and her life is perfect. If only they knew the truth....

I will never be over you, and from now, every guy I meet will be meticulously compared to you. Unfortunately, none of them will be able to measure up to what you and I never had.

It's painful to know that you meant everything to me and I meant nothing to you.

I've liked the same guy for a long time, knowing that he'll never be mine