Are you proud of me now? I get only A's and B's, I don't get in trouble, I'm a great kid. But I cry myself to sleep and sometimes wish I weren't alive. But that's okay as long as you're proud. You see my grades and you see my friends but you don't see the mask I wear to please everyone. You give me attitude amd I got that from you so you yell at me a lot, "Oh no don't cry, it's not the end of the world" but it could be the end of mine. Now I don't cry in front of you, I need you to be proud please don't hate me. Are you proud of me now? I look happy so yoh don't worry, I look happy so you're proud. Please don't yell, I'm trying my best please be proud of me. I want to die but I'm still alive. Are you proud of me?

You were in my dream last night. Would you like to know what happened? We met and we talked. And then you were the narrator of the dream. You had a crush on me, but you were always too scared to say anything. You watched what I did, but not in a creepy way in a way that showed care. You noticed all the little things, like when my smile dropped or when I laughed too long. You told your friends about your crush, and they said we would look cute together; how sweet. One day, my friends jokingly say I have a crush on you, you wonder if it's true but what are the chances. The summer comes and goes. You still have an innocent crush on me, but now you don't tell anyone. What would they think, liking some dumb girl for a YEAR. You continued to watch me and started liking me more and more. Another year passes and you still have the same crush. One friend at your new school knows but no one else. You try to forget me but you can't, you can't it's just impossible. Try harder, forget about me, stop thinking about me, it's never gonna happen. And then I woke up. And I realized; those weren't the dream thoughts of you, those were the thoughts that kept me up at night. But in the dream you had no idea that I liked you back, and oh how I wish the same was true for me.

I hope for a lot of things and one of those is you. And even though I know you don't love me as much as I love you — I'm pretty sure you don't love me at all — I cling on to my false hope that maybe one day you will realize that I've always been the one for you and that you couldn't stand living a day without me. But I know this is false hope and I know I cling to it because if I let go I have nothing else to hold on to and then I will just float away and not have anything to keep me grounded, so I anchor my hope in the ground and pray you don't hurt me more that I already have.

She loves this adventure that she is living. Running through a field of flowers, finding the lost treasure, saving the world, celebrating life. She is living the best adventure. She loves getting to be free, she feels as if she can fly. But she can, she's a bird in the air and can go anywhere she wants. Traveling from New York to Tokyo to London to LA, everywhere in the world she could possibly dream of going. And the best part, she can go all these places without leaving her bed, just by opening a book.

Think of the worst feeling you've ever felt and multiply that by about 500. That's what it feels to love you. You don't love me back so you don't care at all, but I love you so much and I can't stop thinking about you and I know you don't care. Do you want me to tell you how it feels to love you? Let's say you lit my house on fire, I stayed to collect all the letters and poems I've written for you but never gave to you, and the fire was slowly catching up to me and I was getting burnt and I couldn't breathe but I didn't get out any faster and let the flames engulf me. Or if you threw all my cups and plates and bowls on the floor and broke them all, and I picked up every piece and tried to fix everything you broke while cutting my hands and knees on the broken glass and now I'm going through major blood lose but I need to fix everything. But I'm slowly dying thanks to you, and that was your unknown goal. I would gladly die for you, but I just wish you weren't killing me. Once you feel the millions of paper cuts I got while writing about you and your heart shatters into a million pieces then you can say you understand. But until you experience this dumb, one-sided, unrequited love, don't tell me you understand my pain because you have no idea how much this hurts and you have no idea how much I love you.

The fire that erupted in my house is nothing compared to the fire you started in my heart. Sure I can get burnt, but I can also extinguish this. I can never end the flames going on in my heart, and they hurt like hell.