Again, the point of showing you material like this - desperate, humiliating material - is to establish a specific context.
Just for posterity, I'll include a few more of the early Capriol entries, as painful as they are to read, to reiterate the state of mind I was operating in.
As obsessive as it was, I prefer to think that this content is not particularly unique.
All over the world in 2009, there were teenagers who developed their first romantic feelings, many of which were unrequited, writing countless diary entries - pleading, melodramatic, self-effacing, solipsistic - not so different from the ones we see here.
As much as I liked to think I was special, it would be in my favor if you were to believe me when I say I was not.