I guess this is what would be described as "lovesickness", what's happening to me. It's just terrible. I'm constantly thinking about him; even while doing schoolwork, studying, playing, trying to sleep, my thoughts constantly drift towards S. And then I'm just left with a feeling of sadness. It's completely overwhelming, to the point where I find it insanely hard just to keep my composure. And I can't do anything. I just can't. I'll see him and think about telling him, and sometimes I might get really close or even make eye contact, but in the end I always keep on walking, having changed my mind due to fear and nervousness. And later, I regret it, and tell myself I'll do it next time. But I don't. I never do, which just makes me sadder. Would my life be happier if I told him? In a world so accepting, why do I feel left out?