That I’m really as sociopolitical as I try not to be; the deprived part of me loves it, the needy part is afraid of what they’ll think.

I feel alone even around thousands of them.

I’m holding it together by the skin of my teeth.

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.

Their bum DOES look big in that.

That I have x-ray vision.

That they are all imaginary, and I haven’t got the heart to tell them.

After seven years of friendship I’m still not sure if they like me.