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Oh, how I detest being lied to.
And yet, how my stupid heart leapt for joy at the mere thought of him returning.
Woe to the fickle teenaged heart that cannot decide how to feel!
My brain tells me to punch the jerk when I see him, but something tells me that my emotions are going to override all common sense on this one.
I hate how he can do this to me without even knowing it!
Perhaps it would have been better for him to stay in Switzerland as he told me was the plan, because then I'd have been forced to get over it.
I have to own up to the fact that I'm head over heels for this boy who couldn't possibly care less about me. Of course, had he not lead me on, I wouldn't be having this issue.
I can't help but wonder what part of "Ich liebe dich" he didn't understand. My German isn't that bad.
He shouldn't have kissed me if he didn't feel similar affection towards me.
What the hell was going through his mind that night?
I was obviously an emotional wreck, I obviously liked him, and it was obviously stupid to kiss me without any intentions of persuing romantic invlovement.
I held on to my first kiss for sixteen years; I could have waited however long it took to find someone who actually had plans to date me.
Of course, I could look at it the way my friend Dylan does. "The importance of a first kiss and the first love is over romanticized, it's the last one that really counts."
Then again, I can't help but feel that I've been ripped off.
Conflicts between common sense and raw emotions suck.
Now, I've ranted about something most of you won't give a damn about, but it's alright. Venting is always good for my health.
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