I sit at the back of the class waiting,waiting for the right moment,the right day.She's all I think about,hopelessly in love with someone I've barely even had two words for.It's funny how a person can feel so lonely in such a crowded room,what's there to do when the love of your life won't even glance over at you,why must I torture myself? "they don't go for our type" those words play over and over in my head as I drown in my insecurities,what would it take for you to notice me jus