Heartbreak Hotel

I'm probably the stupidest person alive.
I let the same guy break my heart three times.
We'd talked and been friendly for three years now, and he shot me down three times: once, when I told him that I liked him during Freshman year, once again when I asked him to homecoming Sophomore year, and again this year on the day after Christmas.
You know how sometimes you think you've found the person who fits you perfectly, who you accept as they are and seems to understand you? I had that, and it turned out that he liked my mind, but not my body.
He: I'm not sexually attracted to you. I can never picture us together.
Me: Wait, you like my personality, but not my physical looks?
I hate men.
I really have given up on the possibility of a working high school relationship anywhere in my near future. I should probably get my head out of the clouds and put more focus into my studies.
I really wish I had more to talk about, but this is the most pressing matter on my mind. My resolution for the new year is to stop worrying about boys and find other outlets. I need to assert my status as a strong, independent woman who does not need a boyfriend to make her complete.
Happy new year.