Messy. Crazy. Wildly dysfunctional.
Im an idiot.
Im too stupid to be human. Too stupid to live.
I lack common sense.
I used to be a normal human being. Until the guy in the red hoodie. Just a glance, and I was owned. Enslaved.
Whats worst? He didnt even notice me.
Yep. You guessed right: Im delusional. Im obsessed. Im a stalker. A martyr. A masochist.
Ive allowed my obsession to lead me down into a deep, dark pit, selfishly hurting everyone around me, and only his requited love can pull me out of it.
But I wont apologize for it. I wont apologize for being in love with Jahleel Kingston.
Ive loved him at first sight. Ive loved him for five empty years. Ive loved him through all his bullcrap and asshole-isms.
I love him even now.
My name is Saskia Day. Im British. Im famous. Im stinking rich. And this is my pathetic story.
Read at your own bloody risk.