posted on Feb, 27 2008 @ 03:54 PM
Hey guys, it's Katt. I'm really sorry I haven't been on lately. I've been doing a lot of stuff in school, orchestra, and all that. Well, my ATS
friends have always been the best, so I need some help putting my heart back together, ok?
A little background on the situation:
We're pretty good friends, and we talk for about 2-5 hours every, single night. We have everything in common and we both have everything we look for
in the opposite sex. But as you might've guessed, there are a number of factors going against us. Factor number 1: Age. I'll be turning 15 when the
guy I like will be turning 18.
My heart has been crushed into smithereens. It's over something that I have absolutely no control over. If the person I like doesn't like me back
for the person that I am, fine; I can deal with rejection and I can move on knowing that we were never really compatible. But when I know that if -
say - I was born 3 years earlier, I'd be dating the most amazing guy on the planet it's not that easy to accept.
Yup, it's my damn age that has yet again hindered me from getting what I want and what I've come to realise I've wanted for the last month. Age is
perhaps the most frustrating element in a relationship for me mainly because I don't act or think my age. I have to constantly remind myself I'm a
stupid freshman.
At 14, I should be hormonal, experimental, impulsive, insecure, rash and ultimately immature. And I should be attracted to other kids around my age,
have a 2 week long relationship to climb my way up the social ladder, break up and never talk to the other person again. Well, if you haven't already
noticed, I'm none of the above things, and I'm not saying this to show off. My ego is already big enough. I have people, friends, even teachers
comment on how I'm lightyears ahead of people my age. But the truth is, I wish I was a typical 14 year old -- because I wouldn't have to be going
through one of the lowest points of my life right now.
He and I had the 'moment of truth' talk last night. And he told me he really liked me, but the only reason - the ONLY reason - why he wouldn't go
out with me was the age difference. As if that was supposed to make me feel better.
And now I don't know what to do. On two occasions at school today I just started crying. I've taken different routes in the hallways to avoid seeing
him to avoid the crazy, mixed emotions. We have a pretty strong friendship, but it's in jeopardy right now. It was inevitable though, this situation.
We both saw it coming.
And the sad truth is, he's going to college (in a different city) in just a couple months and he'll see lots of prettier, better, OLDER girls while
I'm stuck in a playpen full of toddlers that show off about getting hangovers. It's going to be a looong wait before I get out of this hell hole.
Life ain't fair. I knew this was going to happen, but I didn't know it would hurt this much.
[edit on 27-2-2008 by Paresthesia]