I hate liking someone who I originally hated. I swore by it, I crashed out about it, I yelled at my friends for it, I *thought* I knew how much I hated him. But, deep down, there was a blooming feeling. The more I hated him, the more I loved him. He's conventionally attractive, physically, but mentally... ehhh, that's what through me off. He's the biggest rage baiter ever, we HATE each other. I ragebait him, he ragebaits me. But, he's so funny while doing so, and if you know me, you know I only care about if you're funny or not. He's silly, not really smart but that's okay, cute, funny, omg I can go on forever. But im not sure if this is lust or love and I'm scared. He gave me a stuffed bunny. I sleep with it every night. I love you Poopiňa TickleToes [ his last name ] (it's my nickname for him, and he named the bunny that). <3 UPDATE (4/30/26): he likes someone else, but he never knew I liked him, so we're still bsfs!
