Waiting

You know what? I'm tired. Exhausted. Not from school. Not from being busy. But from waiting. I just keep waiting for something to happen.

I stare blankly sending my telepathic messages to him, seeing if he's going to talk to me. But he never does. I'm always waiting for him. Every single damn time and I'm sick of it.

Why am I wasting my time waiting for someone who will never look back at me? Why am I wasting my time hoping that maybe that he'll realize that I actually am right here?

I'm done choosing the guys that have never cared and will never care. I'm just done. He will never see me as anything more than just a sister or friend. He will never see me as anything more than just a cool kid he met in math circle. He will never see me as anything more than that one underclassman.

So that's that. No more waiting. No more being sad that he never will see me differently. No more.