WTF?

I have nothing but time to spend with the guy I'm currently crazy for.
His tire blows. The spare blows.
He fucking has time for everyone else but me.
To hang out and have fun with everyone but me..
Is there room for me in his life?
I don't think there is.
This feels like a waste of time.
So why do I wanna keep trying?
Bc I'm a fucking idiot in love.