That should be me.

When he told me that, my heart felt like it just got shot by a bullet. But I couldn't show it, if not it'd be obvious. Why are you doing this to me? Why am I even vexed over this? I thought I've stopped liking you already? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME. Ugh. When you don't talk to me, I miss you. But when you talk to me, you always say things that disappoint me, each time. It's hard...it's really hard to like someone. It's impossible. You'll never be mine. Am I not good enough for you? Tell me. I feel desperate.