He's finally realized that I am different. I am strange, and not in a cutesy way.

The only friend I have is my sister. I tell her everything, but only because I have to have someone to actually talk to. Yet it's always off-and-on with her. Sometimes I get annoyed and think she's the most selfish, sneaky attention whore I've met, but then I tell myself I'm the ugly one on the inside and need to let her express herself, no matter how dramatic she can be. She's really not that dramatic, just wants everyone to feel sympathy for her. She does devise these plans on how to do it, though. And she's also secretive. I thought we were friends, sis? Will I ever truly care about someone?

But anyways, she's the only friend I have. I just can't get close to anyone. This guy... he isn't the most good-looking (no matter what he thinks) and he is arrogant, but he is smart and an old soul. And he is the one guy who has been persistent for all these years, and I won't even give him the time of day.

I guess I'm just scared. I can't get close to anyone, can't truly care about anyone. I hate going out and doing things. I just want to hide forever.

I want to give this guy a chance, but then I think better of it. I tell myself I only have one life to live, but I'll only just talk to him, savor the time we have alone in class, and just dream.

I don't want him to give up on me, but he has to eventually. I won't give him a chance, yet I want him to be mine. Will he think about me ever again after he's forgotten?

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You are just a dreamer, And I am just a dream