The sister of the boy I like told me that she thinks he likes me because he talks about me. That's what I want. More than anything. Then I asked her if she really thought that and she gave me the "I don't know " shrug. When I turned around she told her friends that he doesn't actually like me, but he in fact, hates me. Reminder, I can hear her. I turned around and almost immediately cried. I ran home since it was the end of the day. Now I am waist deep in thought, and I am just gonna cry until I can pick myself up and hopefully I do before I go on stage tomorrow for my band concert.