My favourite person right now. Beautiful, voice of an angel, and dream-like. Fantastical.
Just a fantasy.
I'm not sure what love is. I don't think I'll ever be sure.
I don't think I'm broken because of this.
I just think I'm ignorant. Small. Inconvenient.
But I'm too greedy, too selfish, too vain, too conceited, to share everything that makes me happy with someone else. Only because happiness is so rare for me now.
It's getting late. I should sleep. I should wake up tomorrow. I should fix myself up. I should head to school.