WLW

When you confess your feelings to a person there is the probability that your feelings don’t really matter to them, but at least they know how you feel. At least they know about you. They know you exist. And sometimes they care about your feelings and think about their own feelings towards you as well. Even if they refuse you, they still took time to think about the situation in both cases.

But when someone you like simply doesn’t know about your entire existance it’s far worse. The thought of not being interesting/beautiful enough to catch their attention, the thought of never being noticed and the thought of not even having the chance to let them know about your feelings because it will be creepy to randomly come to a person that sees you as a stranger and tell them how much you like them. All of it’s frustrating and simply… tiring…