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Sunday, Aug. 07, 2005 @ 9:35 pm

I find it amazing how you could dream so much about one person, wonder how they are, what they're doing, care so much for them without even really knowing them, hear their name or see their face and suddenly feel yourself burst with so much joy on the inside to the point that it makes your week...

...and they have absolutely no idea about any of it.

I often wondered if someone could feel that way about me, but then I scold myself for wishing that since it feels like wishing for too much. Like a stupid pipe dream. And then I hate myself for having such high hopes.

I feel like a stalker. Or a crushing 14 year old. Or a dirty pedophile. Or a coward. Or some other assorted loser...