Why can't I stop thinking about her?
It's funny how when I talk to her I can't say it. But I think about her most of the day.
I've got no balls, I know. But if I were to tell her she'd probably brush it off. Or just think I'm creeping and block me out.
She's beautiful. I don't think she knows it yet, but she will. And when she realizes it she won't want anything to do with me. See that's my problem. I always try to help girls feel as beautiful as they truly are. But when they finally do, they realize they don't need someone like me to tell them that. They go after the assholes that tell them they're hot and smile with the dimples and blue eyes and have the good looking bodies with the abs and shit.
I'm going to bed. Gonna dream about shit I can't have. At least in my dreams, she sometimes says, "yes."