I am, You are, She is

I'm almost absolutely done with this moron. He's not NOT interested, but he's really busy and he doesn't have time for a relationship, at least that's what he keeps saying. I don't think he's much of a liar, but I'm having trouble buying this crap. He's really driving me insane, and I wish he'd just come out and say he wasn't interested. Otherwise I fear I may go insane.
Here's the thing; I am, like most people, full of complications, but I'm fairly certain I'm simple to understand.

I'm sarcastic, more so the more irritated I get. I'm happy-go-lucky, paranoid, self-conscious, unsure, cautious (for certain things), ridiculously reckless (as in I enjoy driving in horrible weather, I don't get scared, I get irritated and I'm not very concerned with potential muggers/rapists). I'm a liar, a story-teller, a complainer. I love to argue and pull pranks. I love laughing, and I enjoy fun. I talk too much, I concern myself with what others think. I imagine how things could work if only they'd just work. I ask random questions as they come to mind for future reference, I start random polls just because I need help deciding, and then I ignore all tips and helpful hints and do precisely what I had planned to do in the first place. I tell you I'm fine, and that I don't want to talk about it because I want you to ask again, again, and again so that I know you're not just asking because, but because you REALLY want to know. I cry, I get more sarcastic when I'm upset because it's defensive. I laugh when I don't want to because it makes me feel better. I give blank stares when I have nothing to say and I don't know what you're going on about. I don't drink, but I don't care if you do. I don't smoke, but you're free to. I have a temper, I'm stubborn and I have a smacking tendency that I'm trying to break. I share my life story with anyone who asks, I cry on every one's shoulder without fail. If I really like a guy, I try not to share too much. I don't share with them as easily because I seem crazy enough without the baggage.

In short, I want him to like me. I want him to see this stuff and realize that I'm not all bad, that maybe he COULD like me. I could be good for him, I could not. I just want the chance to try you know? And I don't think it's fair what he's doing to me. I like him, I spilled that to him, and he can't even text me without needing something. Guys suck.