Ellen takes a selfie during the Oscars
Unrequited love is not even a game. I hate admitting it might be love.
At this point, I’d almost rather it went away than came true. I’ve felt this way for so long, I don’t quite know how to feel anything else other than this ‘crush’ with him.
Boys are hard. I’m confused. I don’t like this.
What a week it will be.
I love Alice.