Today was a hard dag for me,
I woke up early in the morning when everyone was asleep.
I couldn't sleep,
there was something inside me,
It was hurting me so much that I didn't know what to do to make it go away.
My soul was torn apart, love towards this girl was starting to hurt me in a way no imaginable to me.
Desire to be with her took over my soul and only she can help me take this pain away.
Now I know that strongest emotion is love, it's the most powerful thing on this planet.
Nothing can't stand beside it nor destroy it.
I just hope, she feels a bit of what I'm feeling towards her.
If not,
My hart-, hart and soul will be covered in thick layer of sadness, misery , emptiness, no meaning to live.
I woke up early in the morning when everyone was asleep.
I couldn't sleep,
there was something inside me,
It was hurting me so much that I didn't know what to do to make it go away.
My soul was torn apart, love towards this girl was starting to hurt me in a way no imaginable to me.
Desire to be with her took over my soul and only she can help me take this pain away.
Now I know that strongest emotion is love, it's the most powerful thing on this planet.
Nothing can't stand beside it nor destroy it.
I just hope, she feels a bit of what I'm feeling towards her.
If not,
My hart-, hart and soul will be covered in thick layer of sadness, misery , emptiness, no meaning to live.
Last night I had a dream. It was no normal dream. I was at the photography studio where my mom works and I was talking to Ian Somerhalder. That was *awesome*. But then Paul Wesley appeared and gave me a weird look then walked away. All of a sudden, Ian Somerhalder was playing baseball in the foto shoot room. I walked out of the room and returned minuten later. Ian had turned into a vampire! A real one, not Damon! I gasped and begged him not to drink my blood, but he smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm a fruit vampire!" He pulled a pruim out of his pocket- which was weird because before I left the room, his skinny jeans didn't have pockets- and started sucking the sap out it. When he was done, Paul Wesley came back with a normal expression and the two leaned against a window, just like the poster in my room. I think I've looking at that poster to much…