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I absolutely despise admitting that I like someone, especially if that person is you.

I don't know when or how this infatutaion towards you started, but it did.

I don't even know why I like you so much. You'll never look at me the way I feel about you.

You're the "cool and popular" type, and I'm just the band kid.

...The band kid that did track.

I aboslutely grew to have this weird fascination for track & field, and the fact that you were also a part of the same sport made practice just a little bit more enjoyable.

When we had track meets, you would always wear contacts that day, and that's when I grew to love the color blue.

I do love your glasses and the way its frame is an unsual but fitting color. However, I prefer to have a clear view of your eyes.

I don't know if anyone has ever said this to you, but you have very enchanting eyes.

You're inceredibly hilarious, and your looks are quite pleasing to the eye in my opinion. You're honest and know when to admit your mistakes, and you also accept the scolding that you get from the teacher every time you get yelled at for talking too much.

I know you'll never like me back, but the occasional eye contact with each other never fails to make my heart skip a beat. (Although, I make sure to not get too excited because he's more likely looking at the person behind me.)

Not only that, but the small exchanges of smiles and short replies always cheers me up.

I have a crush on you if you haven't noticed already.

um.. have whatever this is. i like taking pictures of the sky, and uh,

idk.

for once i just want to sit at the dining table with my family and eat until our stomachs our full--

full with food and not with words.

for once i want to happily eat with my family without my father addressing some kind of issue with myself.

I came to eat with everyone and not to hear a lecture or a scolding about everything i’ve done.

for once i want my father to tell me congrats or good job with every test i do good on. i don’t want to hear my father ask who had the best score or to keep up being in first. 

i want my father to express that he’s proud of me.

i just don’t want to hear constant nagging how he prefers the child version of me

i’m sorry that the world got the best of me

guess who’s not reading the book they have to read for the final, upcoming test