A contemptuous narcissist, who believes that happiness,
comes to those who truly want it. –It’s in your hands.
You choose how you live this life and you only live it once.
You either make it or break it.
For once i want to just go up to him and yell how i feel but once he hears it; it won't make a difference, everything is the way it should be. He doesn't know that the second i think about him a tear rolls down my cheek because i'm trying for something i'll never get. Sometimes, i just don't think he realizes the reason i get all quiet and just sit there and laugh is because he takes it all away..
It's a fine line between love and friendship, how many times did we fall over that line? how many times did it take us to know that we can never have both??