Now the guy who just found out told me today "you are making it totally obvious cos you're over there like every 5 minutes!"

Bitch, he's a liar!

I'm tired being told "you've got this in the bag!"

Really, I don't. My bag has large holes. It's like I don't even have a bag.

And of course the one fucking coworker I would never want to know ANYTHING is now making awkward comments about him to me, insinuating that He likes me or I like Him.

Fuuuuuuuuuucking FANTASTIC

I thought my friends at work were just being generous when they told me He is borderline antisocial towards everyone but me, but today He and I got in trouble for talking too much. Later my manger comes over and helps me out and I jokingly say ( Read more... )

I'm just channeling this dumb situation into a script.

Listening to sad songs, drinking, and smoking.

Click to view

He's become far more social towards me and it's making shit harder.

Now it's like everyone is fucking with my love life.

Sometimes I imagine my lungs as paper which is slowly being burned away, turning into ash, and disintegrating. At least that is how they feel sometimes.

I guess the best thing about being frustrated over wanting someone to like me is I'm semi-motivated to lose weight. I've lost 8lbs so far!