Why do I have such a desolate feeling?
Lying in my bed, the night after the show we gave at school, I can't help but feel sad, desolate, depressed. All for knowing that all this time, Luka hadn't noticed me even once, that it was just my fantasies, my imaginations. But being sad about this makes me feel bad, makes me feel ridiculous because Luka has been nasty to me literally since the first minute I met him, without any shred of kindness since I met him, not once was he cute or sweet to me; being unbearable all the time.
And even though I complain and tell myself a thousand things for being an i***t, because I'm suffering knowing that i***t Luka is not looking at me, not even turning to look at me; I can't help it.
Maybe because Luka is stupidly handsome, with that serious face so beau
