I just got out of the psychatry. It isn't that I'm a psychopath or something, I just had a pretty hard past, self harm, family problems and everything... I still feel like doing it sometimes, but I'm trying not to. Stay optimistic, Christian...

I walk into the new college I'm going to study at. As I walk through the hallways I see many people staring at me. I look at my timetable and walk to the first class I'm going to have here. When I arrive the teacher tells me where to sit. I'm going to sit next to a girl.

I look over to my seat. She's pretty... We make eye contact. My cheeks flush red, just as hers as she quickly looks down again. I feel butterfly's in my stomach... She's so pretty.

I get rid out of my thoughts when the teacher tells me to sit down. I quickly nod and walk over to my seat. The girl is looking at me again, but she quickly looks away when she notices that I noticed.

I wonder what's her name. Her favourite color. Her favourite food and dessert. I want to know what ice cream flavour she likes best. To know what way she prefers to be hugged. I want to know everything. Every detail. Because she reminds me of myself... She looks sad and broken.

I sit down and take my things out. I'll probably never her all that information. I'm way too fucked up to be liked. Yeah, I can forget that then. I guess I will never have her.