A regular muggle living in an all to muggle-world, a little part of me died when I realised I'd never get to go to Hogwarts. I want to be 11 again. But it's too late, cause Severus Snape's already dead. So is Michael Jackson. Why am I always just a little too late? The name's Nisha. Welcome to my world.

I'm very confused. Perplexed would be the perfect word for it. Even though both of those words mean the same thing. Don't exactly have the same 'umph' factor.

I'd like to know what goes on in that brilliant mind of yours. No one has amazed me quite like you did. I'm not really one who is easily amused, so that's saying something. Though, bubble wrap has the same effect on me.

You're like this puzzle I've been trying to figure out since forever.
And right now is the perfect time to quote Katy Perry's Hot n Cold.

"You change your mind like a girl changes clothes."

Now if you could be so kind, as to try to tell me what the frick it is that you want. You're all over the place. You're amazing, I'd have to admit, but god dammit, you are a pain in the ass.

One time, you're totally awesome to be with. And another time, you're just annoying beyond belief. Please, just give me, like a sign.. or something. It's mind raping me.

I know I shouldn't be thinking about such a petty issue. I've tried forgetting about.. this, believe me, I've tried. But it is still there. Corrupting everything there is.

I'd like to make it go away more than anything. I give up. I don't care anymore.

When you feel like not talking to me, because I'm so intimidating to you, just keep it that way. Just stop talking to me forever. Because I'm tired of being your amusement.