It's a mystery
From the real journal:
I really care for her. I do. But it's not that I like her, or ever did. I just wished so...much that she could clear up all the issues in her life, Or that I could be that shoulder to cry on. Or that maybe that one day she would bloody cry for help and accept some.
And I can do nuts about it because
doing anything would be a cry for attention like I want to be a bloody saint and teling her and everyone I'm so helpful.
I don't want to do that. All I want to do is help.
Help me help you. Help me help you.
That was the end of the rant. I thought I'd be different and emo about someone I actually did not ever have a crush on on Valentine's Day.
So to this one girl, I hope you've got lots of people who love and care for you now. I know at least one who does.