I spend these days fighting the urge to cut. I find myself in tears every night. My life has fallen apart, and this time I have no reason to pick myself up again.
I really like you. But I hate it. I could never tell you, because I know you don’t feel the same. Your laugh makes me grin from ear to ear. Your conversation is always lovely. Your eyes sink into mine and stop my heart, but only for a second. I want you, and I cannot stop thinking about you. I hope you know, for I will not tell you. I want to be with you. I wish you could read this Nick, you adorable fuck!