How come love isn't black & white? Why is it gray and pink and red and blue and purple and more than every single color in the rainbow? Why do guys flirt with you when they know that you like them and then when you ask them if they like you, because you're getting mixed signals, do they always laught at you and say hell no? Why do people find pleasure in other people's pain? Why do people lie? Why can't everyone just know who they love as a fact and not double think? Why do people think they're in love, get married and realized they made like one of the worst mistakes of their lives? Why? Why do I expect people to read all of this and care? Why can't I just have a normal life? Why do I have such werid friends? Why can't I get a boyfriend that I actually like? Why do the guys I like always become super great friends with me and then when I ask them if they like me like I like them they act like it was totally a super uber duber surprise when like everyone around me can totally tell that I'm crushing on them? Why do I ask so many questions? Why don't I know the answer to them?
Why me?
~Artemis93~
Why me?
~Artemis93~
