I honestly don't know what he doesn't see in me. I'm kinda pretty. I can be nice, if I want to, but I can be a regular bitch sometimes. Just try me. I actually really-really want him to try me. Is that normal? I mean, almost a year passed by and he haven't said one fucking word to me. No, that's not normal, not at all. I actually should forget about him, but I just can't. Nope. I tried. I swear. But he was always there, you know - in my dreams, on my facebook profile, and even in my friend's dreams. I am pathetic. Really really fuckin' pathetic. You know, I just sit here and keep typing and I actually don't do anything, because I'm just too coward to do anything. I could find his apartment somewhere and somehow, knock at his door, look in his eyes and ask him what this whole thing is and why the fuck we don't change anything about it. 
I am addicted to him and I just can't help it. I have a serious passion for him. Yep. And I really do hope he has the same addiction to me. Or at least a part of it. Just a little bit. I don't care. I want just one little sign that he wants me too. It doesn't matter if I'll be just on of his girls. That's fine. Even that little part for me. I'll do it because I'm that insane. It's just sick, isn't it? 
I think I should met Dr. Csernus for my own good. 

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