Love and Agony

Dear, dear Diary,

It is 9:00 pm and I can't stop crying. Everything I see and hear reminds me of Her. The girl I luv. She is a secret treasure that I keep locked in my heart, and is never far from my mind. I've been listening to the song Landslide, Gweneth Paltrow's version, and sobbing. My eyes are red and my hair is a mess from my hands' running through and pulling it. The lump in my throat grows with each passing minute, while my heart is being twisted and wrenched in my chest. I can't even imagine Her going through agony such as this, for I never want Her to be in near as much pain. She is a princess. She is an angel. She is straight. I do not know what to do, but keep loving Her.