Sunday, 18 December 2011

F*ck.

It seems I might be in love, just a little bit. 
To be honest, I have been, for a while.
It's absolutely riddiculous. I really don't like the whole situation. It makes me angry. It makes me stupid. I need to write dialogues for work, and instead, I'm daydreaming.

The object of my affection is absolutely oblivious to my idiotic obsession. Fuck. I hope he is.
I don't actually have the balls to tell him how I feel. Yeah, I'm a pussy. I know.
Instead, I just keep liking his statuses etc, hoping for a miracle to happen. Seriously, Alge..? Are we 12 years old now..?  Oh, yeah, and I have discussions about it in my head. I think I might be slightly schizophrenic now, as well.

Don't judge me too soon - there's another reason I haven't told him anything. Me, liking him is extremely inaproppriate. I will not get into details, just in case he ends up here for some reason and understands it's him. I seriously doubt that, though. I'm pretty sure this is the situation, when it comes to his feelings for me:















So...Yeah. I'm stuck in limbo.

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