When I say cliché I mean the romantic kind of cliché, not the "i don't know you well enough to get you something special" cliché. I mean, yeah I need some of those things, they're useful, they're okay. But that's the thing. They're just okay. Nothing more. They won't remind me of him whenever I see them or whatever. I know, it's stupid of me. I said I didn't want anything, so I shouldn't be complaining. But you see, I just thought maybe he might think of something sweeter. I don't know. It's silly. Shit.
It's just that now I kind of feel stupid for breaking my head over what to get him. I feel like I'm the one who's trying too hard again.
I wish I didn't act so stupid. I wish I wasn't so spoiled. I wish I didn't feel upset over silly things like this.
Maybe it's because of my state in general. Everything gets to me. Everything. I keep crying. I hate it. I hate it so much.
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