Do I dare… or do I dare?
There’s so much I should do.
And yet.
I don’t want to do any of it.
What I do want to do is tell the truth. I feel little, and lonely, and ugly. And expendable. And somehow I think I deserve more than what I have? I contradict myself. I feel things I shouldn’t about people I shouldn’t. The rules are simple and finite and impossible to follow. I wish I could tell you how I feel. I wish he knew that I want to be his friend. Maybe more than his friend. I am confused. Don’t hate me for it. I know it’s stupid. It’s only a silly crush. But then, why do I feel like my limbs are falling off when he’s around? I am afraid to know.
