Valentine Everyone knows that there's a Romeo to every Juliet, a Jack to every Rose and most definitely an Ennis to every Jack motherfuckin' Twist. I had just watched that film last night. It was a hell of an emotional rollercoaster ride, and it inadvertently taught me one particular thing, I need to be the Valentine to Dominic motherfucking Warren. Even though I'm already used to not getting better if not the best sleep, I still feel uncomfortably sleepy after not obtaining a good night's sleep

Lance Unhealthy.That is precisely how I would describe all of these irrational and repetitive actions that I have been doing ever since I was inadvertently captivated by that bewitching Dominic. Getting up early in the morning and staring at his stolen photos from my gallery, going to school, and just trying to take more stolen shots and finally going to bed to just staring at them again. It's becoming more and more compulsive as the days go by, and I just want it to stop in an instant. I should have probably confessed to him the moment I realized that I like him inst

Dominic The night is still young, that's what every party people would say even when it's already fucking 3am, and I do kind of agree with them. Once you are already pulled deep down under the magnificent influence of alcohol, the only feeling that you would feel is the wonderful feeling of adrenaline exploding inside your veins, making you want to drink more until you drop. Alcohol makes you forget the agony or whatever shit is running through your mind, sure it isn't a permanent solution, it is perfect nonetheless. The music inside the gay bar is still bombastic, and a lot of people are still pompously showing off their own dance grooves at the dance floor. Vincent and Keiran, as if they had just met, were flirting extensively in front of me

Valentine I cannot fucking believe that Dominic just said yes to me. I know for sure that my world would crash to its ultimate demise if ever he said no, but I guess him saying yes to me will equally be the death of me. It's been hours after that event, and I feel like I'm ready to die out of this supreme happiness. My heart is still pounding to the stars even after the last period. Some of my classmates kept on looking and smiling at me, others are noticeably laughing at me, but I don't give a single fuck about them. Honestly, I feel terrific. Going into soccer practice is expectedly hard for me. I just voluntarily outed myself to the whole campus, I have no regrets, to be honest, and that's a fact, but I just don't know if I could handle wha

Valentine I deliberately stole the paper hidden from Dominic's book and decided to keep it to myself. My knees were shaking at first, but I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and carefully processed the whole thing and ultimately brushing it off temporarily in the corner. This is appalling, yet I'm trying my best to be more optimistic, perhaps this is for the better, I thought. Usually, I ain't that type of a decision-maker but to be honest, this is totally a groundbreaking improvement for me. I'm pretty sure that I've read my name that is legibly written on it. My brain says it could be anything. I'm going to give Dominic the benefit of the doubt or perhaps I'm going to investigate whatever bullshit this list is under the shadows. I love Domi