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23.2.20××, 1:07
Thunder is really scary.
Especially lightning, I mean it's cool to watch it, but it's still scary.
And the sound of thunder itself, it's absolutely terrifying. I've probably cried a million times, the paper will probably now get wet as well. Whoops, one corner is already wet. I hope any tears won't fall on the text, or you won't be able to make out anything. My handwriting is already so messy anyway.
What's your favourite drink?
Mine is probably coffee, milk, energy drinks or alcoholic drinks. They don't even taste good, but they take my thoughts away from everything.
Though you still run around in my head, all day, every day. Don't you get tired? Apparently not, because you're always doing it.
If I could have one wish, I'd wish that during thunderstorms I could always cuddle with you, or even with just your hoodie. Your hoodie looked so warm and soft at school yesterday.
But no, here I am again, crying under the blanket because I'll never have you. Never.
You can't possibly even know about all this. I'm desperate. Desperate, stupid me.
Whatever. No matter how desperate I am, I still love you.
I just fall in love again and again. With your smile, your laugh, your hair, your eyes, just you as a whole.
I'm not sure if you even know I exist. Maybe you've seen me in the hall, the pale boy always wearing the same black hoodie and ripped jeans. That boy loves you.
