It's Not So Black And White, But I Miss The Old Movies

Everytime I feel like I'm getting somewhere with you, things change for the worst.

You ignore me and once again I feel like I'm in 8th grade intimidated by the "cool" girls.

I just wish you'd let me in. You're either scared to have another close friend and let me see you pain that you hide so well, or you just don't like me. I'm hoping for the latter, because I'd hate to know that you're hurting.