A TRUE-ly fabricated story about Love & Obsession...

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.

S. Ann Cole is a voracious reader, a moody writer, and a lover of anything that distracts her from the real world.
She hates chocolate. Candle-lit dinners and all that hearts and flowers stuff makes her feel awkward. Coffee makes her drowsier than ever. And she spends way too much time talking to herself.

When Ann is not abusing her computer keyboard, you can find her nosing a novel, watching anything on television that makes her laugh until she breaks into hiccups, studying the Bible, or sipping red wine.