I'm really starting to annoy myself. My mind's always on him. I don't understand it. By now he probabaly, if anything, thinks I'm some creaper. I don't understand why I feel how I could like him oh so much. Is it due to the fact that he reminds me of those in my past? Or could it be just because of his qualitys? I mean hell, how can I even think I like him? I've never had the courage to even say a word to him. Oh gods, I'd love it if I did. Imagine how things might be? Oh gods, this is horrible. I've never regreted anything in my entire life so far. But I think I might be regreting, maybe hating the fact I don't have the guts to talk to him. It makes me feel so inferior. Sad thing is I know that if he'd talk to me first I wouldn't be having any problems with any of this.� I guess this all is the joy of being a teenager, in highschool, of all places. It makes me wish I could fast forward time all the way to at least my twentys. Just throw away my teenage years, please.
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