I feel like I really am only wanted for my body. I want him to give me something so badly, it’s hurting me so much inside. I’ve been more disappointed than happy these days and every time I think I’m over him, I find myself looking for him in the crowd. He’s told me over and over again he can’t give me the same thing, and every single time I chose to persevere. I never imagined it’d hurt this much. I keep brushing my feelings for him as nothing deeper than a like, but it’s only become heavier and heavier. I keep thinking I can handle it. Casual intimacy. More than friends, less than lovers. But I’ve never felt more awful. I feel so temporary. Worse more, I can try talking to him but… I already know I’d be called dramatic or that it’s just my hormones acting up. Nothing but awful, awful, awful, awful.