You're in love with Tom Riddle, but the problem was you. You were unworthy and unfit for him. You didn't have a beautiful body, you have pimples sometimes, you're short, you can't cook, you're timid, you're shy, you're sensitive, you're not talented, you can't sing, you can't dance... You are not perfect...you are not a model or some barbie doll. You knew that...and others probably do too.
The only friend you have is Luna.
Right now you are on the bench in the yard. Right now your thoughts are full of Tom. You knew he couldn't be with you and you didn't want to tell him anything about your feelings. You look at the sky and think about his eyes, his hair, his hands, his mind, his soul...everything. Tom always passed you by as if you didn't exist in this school. You don't believe you'll ever have a chance with Tom. Your only remaining hope is that you will have the pleasure of watching him eat or walk the corridors.