Dear Journal, 5th of August 2010.

To love someone that doesn't notice you, its like being set to chances, seeing and feeling the sunshine on your face, just to be thrown in the darkness of misery, and curl in fear and pain. To love someone, who you know could never be yours, is like suffering deeper then the ocean.

The only thing I can think of is his smile, his voice, the sweetness that spreads across my body when he smiles or the urge look at him whenever he laughs. It's the feeling that oozes in my veins when his fingers touch mine that makes my heart beat, that's makes me live, my reason for existence.

I dream of him, as much as I want to fight against the need for his warmth and presence, as much as I want to fight the love that courses through me when he's within my 20 meter radius, I can't bring myself to try, or care, and somehow, I know, that if I tried it would be a hopeless battle, I would never forget him, never cease to tingle at his being with me.

I know, I might seem like some kind of stalker, some kind of obsessed psycho, but I feel what I feel, if I want it or not, he'll always be imprinted to my mind, I would always remember him, always now him, even though he might not notice me.

Good bye for now.