I am so infinitely happy that he loves me so much, and I pray that it will always be like this. It won't be my fault if he ever stops loving me.

I am racking my brains to find out why he left without saying goodby to me.

God, I am afraid he won't give me his answer today. If only somebody would help me - it is all so terribly depressing.

I'll always be a fat girl and I am happy with that.

When he says he loves me, it only means he loves me at that particular instant. Like his promises, which he never keeps. Why does he torment me like this, when he could finish it off at once?

I would say I am unapologetically nerdy. I was always a little awkward.