Yeah, and his need to always seem "tough" and get into fights. He throws temper tantrums as well. I really do think he is gay...and I'm not just saying that b/c it's easier for me to swallow his rejection. At the end of the day, he doesn't reject me...he loves me, but just can't go there with me. I can see the pain and the feeling of being torn in his eyes when he looks at me. When we hang out it's usually for 10-12 hours until we are so tired we have to go to sleep. We laugh, cry sometimes, gossip, eat, drink, see music...talk for hours. We tell each other everything when we are together. It's just at the end of the night he would rather go home alone...or hook-up with some younger random girl he doesn't care about...f-ing weird. I don't witness him going home with anyone else, he wouldn't do that in front of me...but I know it happens.
Anyway, F all this shit about this guy. Why the hell am I still thinking about him??? Again, moving on.