You'll know the relief when you realize, that your only burden is finishing an Art project and your only distress is revision. I just like the whole simplicity of it. I love Gregory House. Even though he's fictional.

I should despise love. But I can't. Even the ache has an addictive quality. Sometimes if I'm telling stories, when they're personal experiences, I'll lie as if I had only been a by-stander. However, I do hate obsessive love, which is the case I am in. I hadn't spoken to this boy for a year, for I hadn't allowed myself but today I ruined my silence. Before physics had started, some one had asked him when his birthday was and he didn't say and without realising I blurted it out. Realisation glinted in his eyes, he knew the mistake. He knew that when he would speak to me I'd respond. And I did. It was unbearable, looking up into his exquisite emerald eyes- seeing a soft smile forming on his lips, his expression- cautious in anticipation. He passed back my glasses back to me, after being stole by his friend and I impetuously let my fingers brush against his fingers, there was a pause of silence. I cursed, my hands were sweaty and my blood was screaming in my veins. My heart was boiling in my stomach. I tried not to stare at him, not to let the words gush out of my mouth and tried to stop trembling...but how could you not?. He was, alluring and well, beautiful .