Why do I like boys that will never like me back?

I have no energy to do anything.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

I always get really freaked out by how many people there is in the world when I’m on long bus journeys. Like, you go past so many random people, living their little lives, going about their day to day activities, you make eye contact for a split second, have so many questions about who they are, where they’re going, how they’re feeling, then bam, you’ll probably never see that person again.

This morning at the bus stop a downs boy told me my beanie was cool and he like my hair colour. 
It was so cute, he gave me a good start to my day.