Confessions of a Hopeless Romantic: My Unrequited Love Story Revealed

You are killing me. I wish you knew how I felt about you.  You are the most indecisive yet perfect guy.  It hurts to know that I’m making myself out to be trashy to try and please you.  Throwing myself at you for you to even tolerate me the littlest bit.  The last few weeks I have pushed myself to tell you how I feel and you just do not care.  I have spilled my heart and soul trying to tell you how I feel and all you care about is yourself.  It’s sad that I’m wasting my time to try and impress you when I know you don’t even care about me.  Do you even know my name?