I am sitting here, watching the line blink. You know the line, the blinky talk line. The line that allows you to type things. That line. I watch it. I feel bad. Does he hate me? I dont want to come on to strong. I want him as a friend though. He doesnt talk to me, I dont talk to him. I dont know. I want him. I am hungry. I sit here and stare at bag of chips. "I dont want you chips" I defiantly say. I secretly want them. I wont have them. Why cant I express my feelings, my TRUE feelings any more? I am tired. Not sad, or depressed, or angry, just tired. Got back from band. It was ok. People are still beleiving the illusion of normalacy that I put on for them. I hope they enjoy it. I miss him. I miss him so much. I have seen him in two weeks. I need to see him again. He makes me happy. I like being happy. I havent drawn anything the past two days. Nothing to draw I guess. The muses have left me. I love you. Love me. Love me for ever. Love me passionatly, think of me often, pamper me with your attention. I love you, give me your love. You said once that your heart was mine. Is it really? You love everyone, just not me. I eat a chip slowly, if I eat slower my body will think its getting more food. Little bites hollie, take everything in little bites. In the name of the un-loved