Elevators and half-priced sales

Huh, I give up, you. I thought I had the guts to tell you, but I don't really. You intimidate me and I abominated the lucid feelings I have for you. I pondered over you when you don't give a fuck about me. God, am I an imbecile? I know I don't deserve you because I am not perfect, but heck who is? I suppose I am afraid of dissapointment and evident embarassment. I observed you from a distance and exhorted myself to stop but the feelings just fabricated themselves into painful sentiments. We barely spoke to each other and I don't know you at all, and I wandered queerly to myself-how did this happen to me? You are nothing special to me but an even macabre image, but how? How could I think about you every single day and ridicule myself with a thread of excruciating possibilities? You, you make me covet for your presence and cadge for your absence. Please, don't treat me as though we don't know each other at all. Perhaps a smile would have satiated me but I never expected that of you ever. Because I don't want to keep telling myself lies and unachievable hopes. I just pray I can forget about you. I want to stop crying my heart out for something as stupid and pointless as this.My heart feels like it had been toyed with and it had been wholly my fault. I had marred my own feelings and I just hope you're happy. And people, I don't need consultation from either of you. Don't ask me who I am talking about cause I am never going to say. Don't ask me about my post, or any of those that I have written, because I just loathe insensitivity and blatantness.Moot point.Keep your queries peripheral to my personal life to yourself, please. Thank you.