I just heard this song on the radio
"and even when your hope is gone, move along move along, just to make it through"
The problem, however, is that I never lose hope. There is always a tiny part of me that hopes he will randomly realize that it is me he wants to be with. Whenever he asks me to hang out, my hope is renewed that if I look good enough, or act cool enough, he will start liking me. But then by the end of the night i'm shot down, but there is still that tiny part of me. It is turning out to be really aggravating, because I know it'll never happen but apparently hope isn't listening to my brain.


Anonymous
01:36:04 PM