sad as in pathetic.

is it sad that i look out for you at school, just to see you walk by because you put a smile on my face?
is it sad that when i get home, i go on my computer and write stupid blogs on you?
is is sad that i look at photos of you, of us, just to see your perfect smile some more?
is it sad that i go to bed everynight, and just lie there thinking of you?
is it sad how i hate girls that you try "get into", when your the one that tried, not them?

is it sad, to still love you?