In which I write a long rant about my non-existant love life. You are warned, haha.
I sadly developed a thing for my closest guy friend and he was definitely giving me signals that he liked me back. So, of course, I flirt more and give him all the signals that he should ask me out and that he shouldn't worry about me saying no. Then over that summer he goes off and dates some younger girl and I would think, "Oh, well, just some mixed signals there," and I got over it. No big deal. Then he continues his flirting with me, (and I determined that he just had a flirty personality and I shouldn't read into anything he did), but my damn mind just let me grow closer to him. He ended up breaking up with her, but I was in undetermined territory about how I felt about him, so I didn't do anything. Besides, I would never make a move on a guy who just got out of a relationship. I'm no rebound girl. Then he goes off and dates someone else, but makes claims about how I'm the person he feels closest to and he feels most comfortable around me. It's just this never-ending pit of confusion that I can't seem to get out of. So now I'm just constantly pissed because sometimes I feel like I've "fallen in love" with him, but I prefer to not think that's happened because I'm too young to be seriously in love. But dammit, he pisses me off yet makes me so happy at the same time.
Forever alone.
Plus, my birthday's tommorrow, so I don't want this crap hanging over my head. dskjghhsfghkfgkjs.
TL;DR
Love sucks.