Ever since I was a little woomy, I’ve always wanted a good and funny best friend. I never had one. As I got older, I wanted a bfriend. I never got one. Years after/present day, I gave up. I know I would never get a bfriend or gfriend at least. And my heart breaks everytime I confess my love to someone and they reject me or they ignore it. I hate it............what’s the point anymore? Ending it all would be alright, right? No one would care (besides my fam). They will all forget me. And they’ll move on. Like......I’m nothing. I just wish I had someone to love....or just care for me and I would care back. Oh well. Tough luck, Tiny. You’ll never get a crush.