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Tuesday, December 26, 2006
I want you. I want you. I'm trying to forget you, but I still can't have you.

Hello Malaysia =)
I like this guy, I really do. I don't think its ever been like this before, and it really makes me wonder. I don't know anything about him, and he knows nothing about me. I'm trying to discover whats wrong with me, but its not working. I can't analyse it. I feel meandered, empty and shallow. I know whats his definition of beauty, and I know I won't suit it. I know I can't have him, but I have my desires. I love his smile, his great smile. I love the way, when he touches me...a thousand electric volts are shot. I love the way he looks at me everytime he says something. God damn it, i like him, is it too hard to believe ? I haven't felt this way for so long, and hes right here. Right in front of me, but how hard I try, I know I can't have him. Hes too nice, and I'm afraid he might find me to be a sister. God damn it, I wish I had an answer, I keep searching for one, but I can't find it. Its driving me insane, I've never liked anyone like this before. Every moment spent with him, is just beyond. I feel...like I could just give him my heart, and he'd be able toI understand it. Corny as it may seem, its beyond correct. Can't forget the way I met him, he was just beyond. Hes nice, and I'm sooo afraid hes feelings towards me are sisterly. Bloody hell, will someone help me before its too late ? I don't want to fall for another guy, not another guy like this. I'm so scared, scared of the brittleness of my heart. I want you, I want you, but no matter how much I want you, I still con't have you. I'm trying to find an answer, but I can't. Give me something easy, so I can read you, so I can understand you. I want you, I want you. I just want to act normal around you, to be myself, but I can't.

He just doesn't get it.
Julia.
7:38 AM