For a year i've felt this way. One measly year was all it took. All I want, useless. All I enjoy, meaningless. All I ponder about, irrelevant. All of this stays true when it involves her, the sole purpose of my existence. Laying awake at night about her, thinking about her while doing everyday things, every second of the day at some points.
All of this in three years. She still doesn't know I live here, for she doesn't even know I exist on this planet. But all of this will soon change. At least I hope they will.

This is a self insertion, for this how I really feel about her. (probably because that's how lonely I am)

Rated M for *Later Chapters*