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Excerpt from my journal that only seems to be about you anymore

So many people are secretly in love with other people. I'm closed off to everyone. I'm heartless. I don't feel anything anymore. I just feel numb. But, when I think about you, the ice around my heart melts as my heart catches fire, and it burns like hell. It's the worst feeling I've ever felt. Even worse than what he did to me. It yearns out for you. And, I don't even know why I sit around and wait for you to tell me that you love me, that you want me, that you think I'm beautiful because I know you will never see me in the way I see you. I know you will never feel about me even remotely close to how I feel about you. But, something tells me that, for the rest of the world I'm closed off with a heart of ice, but if you came and asked me for my heart, a penny for my thoughts, it would reel out of my mouth as easy as I breathe. And, I wouldn't know it either, like when a child learns to ride a bike and their parent lets go. So many people are secretly in love with other people. And, I, despite how highly I oppose it, am secretly in love with you.

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You wouldn't worry what other people thought of you if you realized you aren't good enough to be thought of at all.