Messy. Crazy. Wildly dysfunctional.

I'm an idiot.
I'm too stupid to be human. Too stupid to live.
I lack common sense.

I used to be a normal human being. Until the guy in the red hoodie. Just a glance, and I was owned. Enslaved.

What's worst? He didn't even notice me.

Yep. You guessed right: I'm delusional. I'm obsessed. I'm a stalker. A martyr. A masochist.

I've allowed my obsession to lead me down into a deep, dark pit, selfishly hurting everyone around me, and only his requited love can pull me out of it.

But I won't apologize for it. I won't apologize for being in love with Jahleel Kingston.
I've loved him at first sight. I've loved him for five empty years. I've loved him through all his bullcrap and asshole-isms.

I love him even now.

My name is Saskia Day. I'm British. I'm famous. I'm stinking rich. And this is my pathetic story.

Read at your own bloody risk.