I’m in love with this girl.
We both have blue hair right now, totally unplanned.
I write homoerotic literature about how in love with this girl I am.
I stalk her photographs on facebook
and send her random text messages.
I send her my homoerotic poetry that is inspired by her.
She tells me she loves it.
I am so scared, that if we actually tried to be together it would ruin everything.
I am so scared that my mother will hate me.
blue hair, red lipstick.