so completely and utterly drained 100%
He told me he liked me. I knew better. I knew that he didn’t, that it was innate in his nature to tell girls he liked them for the sake of a good show. But even though I knew his words weren’t true, that all his compliments and all the sweet things he told me were mere flowers to give, I wanted those words to be true. I held on to them like ropes holding me ashore, because his attention, no matter how temporary and fake it was, is what kept me breathing.