Dear diary; I hate myself.

quick word to you

I met you in May 2013, I'm sure you don't remember.
You only remember when we met in July 2013, which is fair enough, that was a great fucking party.
I was anxious and stayed mostly by myself. I fancied a guy that'd never be good for me.
But now we met again, three years later. We talked about the most random stuff, but it felt good, this is what I needed. These are the moments that keep me alive, talking backstage to sweaty rockstars.
But the thing that kills me... I've fallen in love with you, with your energy, your soul. I'm in love with the way you move your hands and just... everything.
And it's driving me the fuck insain.

--- hey guys, so the picture is me and the guy this is abt, pls be kind abt my appearance, I know i'm not the best looking---