I’m in love with someone I’ve never even spoken to. I’m hopeless, and he probably doesn’t even know my name. So hear goes… 

Guy at school, your eyes are really shiny and mesmerizing, I could look into them for hours, I like your hair and your nose is cute as a button. When you walk past me I panic and become really self conscious, I think to myself, “Do I look alright?”, “Is he looking at me?”, I probably even fasten my pace. I remember one time I was at Flinders St getting a Boost juice and I saw you, you walked past me and you looked at me. Of course I was hiding behind my cup. It would be really amazing if you spoke to me one day, even though I’d probably make a fool of myself. I sound a bit like a stalker right now but rest assured, I’m far too shy to stalk you.

I know you probably wont read this but it feels good to be able to vent to other people, even though they may not care.