Right now I'm obsessed with someone at my school. Now that I think about it, its bizzarre how she's invading my thoughts so much yet I barely talk to her or see her at school. She in herself is a nice person nothing special in particular, yet I use her dissapproval of my..strangeness as a gauge to my own worth. I guess I feel like the more she approves of me the more I should approve of myself. In the end I never end up happy. If someone ever does fully like me (almost never happens) I run away from them, get even more severely depressed, find a new person who hates me, and start the process all over again. Its quite sad really..