I'll never understand why I can't seem to be on the same page with the boys who like me...but instead pine over the ones who don't. I feel like I've been this way since I was little. What's the deal?
Do I purposely pick bad guys knowing they'll never like me and then I'll never get hurt? Because we all know that plan is riddled with holes
(and, sadly, I still get hurt). If they suddenly changed their tune and because Prince Charming, would I still like them? Or would I feel for them the way I feel for others who like me
(which is, usually, nothing)? I guess I'll never have to find out since the jerks continue to be jerks and the pushover, wussy guys who like me continue to annoy me. Blurgh.
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