Why did you have to mean so much to me? I laid awake every night thinking about you when I knew damn good and well I wasn't anywhere near yours. Why do I do this to myself...love someone who doesn't love me back? I don't see why you would I'm just the girl who always sat quiet in the back of the class. Not wanting to be called on. So why would Mr. Popular want to speak to me? He was the guy everyone liked. I knew that the minute he walked in the classroom. I promised myself I wouldn't be like the other girls who liked him. But that plan didn't go very well cause I fell and I fell hard.
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