Mmm Samuel.

Oh how I wish I could read minds. Read exactly how people are thinking. About me specifically of course. Read how they're feeling. When they won't divulge to me out loud. There is not a doubt in my mind that if these things we're possible for me to read as easy as a book, the second thoughts? Gone. The anxiety? Nonexistent. The awkward convorsations trying to read people? Erased. Life would be clearer; as well as my foggy mind.
Unfortunantly, these wonderful powers are not possible. I must rely on the somewhat cryptic messages from people like Samuel.
Oh Sam. Please. Just tell me how you feel. Cause I can never tell.
And I really want to go to homecoming with you.

Much love,
Jane Doe.