Here's how it's been working:

I like this boy. a lot.
I get with him.
He doesnt like me back.
I'm too wild.
I get over it.
But not for long.
I call him again.
I stop doing drugs.
I stop drinking.
I stop being wild.
Too late, he likes another girl.
Who just happens to be not half as cool or pretty as me.
But she's 'laid back' like he is.
I call him every day.
But he's always busy.
Working, or whatever.
He's not the best looking guy in the bunch.
At all.
And I've dated/liked/got with WAY hotter.
Way way hotter.
But I lower my expectations a lot for him.
Because he's amazing.
Whatever, I'll get over it.

I like another boy.
I dont get with him.
He doesnt like me back.
I get over it.

I like another boy.
I get to know him.
He's really fucking lame and i never should have liked him in the first place.
I get over it.

I start to like the first boy again.
He doesnt seem to know or care.
Fuck it.
I'll get over it.
And fuck you, man.
I'm better than you.
<3.