Little to nothing

 I got my first taste of 'lying skank' when I was in 8th grade. 

Of course, back then I was absolutely, head over heels, eyes like the moon in like with a boy who probably forgot about me the second he left the school the previous year. 

 Since we had no classes, no contact, no similar friends, and nothing to distinguish me from all the other middle school mamasitas I almost collapsed into a depression... That is until I was told he had a crush on me. I immediaetly perked up and began to tell my family about how a boy finally liked me. I even told my Nana, my FREAKING Nana, about this boy and she was happy to see "young love blossoming" and of course it all was a lie. 

 The girl who told me about the guy I liked basically made up a whole freaking story about how much he liked me, how he was soo 'in love' and how he really wanted to see me. Some things didn't add up and eventually I got the news that he didn't like me at all. It hurts you know? Not only was I embarressed but I ended up disappointing my Nana who was very happy about my stories about this guy who I thought was just so amazing. He wasn't. 

 Flash forward to present day. 

The guy has no idea the depth of my like for him or even how much termoil he caused. I don't see myself being a friend of his or even if he is even worth looking at. The girl who LIED to me for a whole fucking year has been in multiple relationships that all end with a break up, getting back together, and her crying in the bathroom about the shitty choices she's made. Part of me feels sorry for her but I feel that in the end it was karma that bit her and one day karma will get that stupid motherfucker I was dumb enough to even give 2 minutes of my time to.