I feel a bit depressed today. I saw a man on the tube and really fancied him. I really wanted to talk to him. But I just felt unable to. Can’t stop thinking about him. He was so handsome. Incredibly handsome. I just felt this enormous rush of, I don’t know. Hormones or something. Felt like it came out of nowhere. I really wish I’d spoken to him. I sort of feel quite desperate really. I don’t know. I hate it. I wanted to touch him. Just his arm or something. I can still see him. On the platform, putting his foot against the wall. Doing his shoe laces up. He looked at me. I can still see him looking at me.