I Guess What I'm Trying to Say Is: I think i love You.

It's so painful - having you around me. You don't know you do this to people - but you do. Fuck you. You make me feel this way, but you don't realise it. You make fun of my feelings, laugh at me when i blush. You and your friends. FUUUUUCK! my brother knows about my...feelings. and he told you. Told you that I feel this way. You know, if you just listened, maybe, just maybe, you would feel the same... but there's no chance of that ever happening... i think i should stop living in my head - in my dreams. because, well, in my dreams, we're together - but in real life, you just think of me as "that girl that sits next to us on the bus". you just don't realise that i feel that strongly about you... i don't think you've even fully registered my existence yet... and i'm not about to think that you ever will. i mean, sure i can hope. but in reality, i'm alone. i listen to my music 24/7... it helps, i guess. the music. in a way, every little lyric that i hear reminds me of you. whether it be "fuck you" or "i've dug this pain into my chest". i guess what i'm trying to say is... i think i love you. 1

i sit watching you on the bus constantly, my friends next to me... i think i'm a bit obsessed... i'd jump of a cliff for you - swim with sharks just to sit next to you. i'd do heroin if it meant i could be with you. 2

i had a dream last night - we were together... i couldn't stand your weed addiction*, so we split up. i woke up crying. that's how much i love you. the thought of not being with you makes me want to die... yes, okay, you can read this, think me obsessed... whatever pleases you. but i just want you to take my feelings seriously, you know? just for once, listen. to what I have to say. and i guess what i'm trying to say is: i think i love you...