Woe is Me

I can't seem to figure out whats worse: confessing your feeling towards someone and him not feel the same way? OR... him feeling the same way but then absolutely nothing can become of it. tragic? I think a bit.

I mean, if he didn't feel the same way, at least I could get over it, right?

Life is too complicated right now. I hate it when things get complicated, it's no fun. I don't think I've ever felt this way within my 25 years and 10 months of living. and let me tell you, it effing sucks!