teenage stupidity

I never promised my heart a happy ending. maybe because there has never been an ending when it comes to twisting feelings.
not that i've had these feelings. sometimes, words just speak for themselves. and i surely have experienced infatuation. without doubt, it hurts a lot, maybe not as much as jumping on a bicycle with the seat missing, but it hurts. have you ever witnessed the scene where "romeo" is right in front of you, talking and smiling with other girls, but somehow you feel that he's avoiding your secret gaze? agonizing, isn't it? well thats what exchanging pheromones to the wrong person does. its like sprinkling salt on your wounded heart. but lets hope that it will get better in time.