2:20 a.m.

Have passed some days, and I am still wondering what is going on in my mind.

You got me all wrong, since I met you, I no longer feel normal. I do not know what is it about.

I just feel like, whoa, that's it.

I see you running, playing games during lunch and also eating. Maybe I am being exaggerated, but when I see you, I just can't stop doing that. I cannot act like there is something that is not special or has a meaning to me, and I do not understand.

I feel paralyzed, nervous, and I am still wondering what is wrong with me.

Everytime that I am at home, I wonder if you think that about me, if you think that I am pretty or someone that is interesting. I wonder if when you see me, you think that I am different or I blow your mind as the way you blow mine. I think that maybe, there is nothing wrong with me, I am just realizing how amazing you are and at the same time how stupid I am for writing this.

At every instant that I see you in my class, I just can't keep my eyes off of what are you doing, what are you playing, also what do you think about things. Maybe I think that you are incredible in so many ways.

I sound like a stupid and maybe a girl that is falling in love, but I am pretty sure that I am not, not yet. I am just contemplating each space that is taking up your body and your personality. I see you and I do not understand why I am turning nervous, why I just want to being close to you and I just want to talk to you a lot of things with no sense.

Everyday that I know I am going to see you, I put make-up on my face and yeah, I am sure that it does not make sense. I hate use make-up when I go to school, but the truth is: I just want you to think that I am pretty, even when I think that I am not.

Everyday, I practice a lot using my guitar trying to learn a song that you will probably love or it is going to impress you.

I am acting like an asshole, like a stupid girl, with no sense.

I do not want to feel anything for nobody. I just want to keep laughing, listening to music, reading books, painting some things, drawing, and playing my stuff to forget I am probably falling in love such an asshole.

And really, I am pretty confused. I cannot understand how do you do that, and if you are wondering what I am about: I am about, dude, you are being so incredible.

I hate it, you have to get out of my face, please. You are doing me a favor.