Although I big them up and pretend to put myself down, secretly I think I’m prettier, cleverer, funnier and more successful than them.

I’m doing this to be closer to you.

It isn’t a crush. It’s affection, and admiration and wonder. In another world, I’d head for you. Even though you only think of ****ing me.

I am so in love with her, it hurts sometimes to be apart.

Sometimes I feel like I should end it all.