dear diary,
i met him again this
morning. oh,
those eyes. i hope he
didn't notice the
way i stared. im
sure im just
caught up...i don't know
why, this doesn't
usually happen to me. i
hardly know him so i
hate to say it,
but i wish he was mine.
dear diary,
i saw her again this
morning. i don't know
why i'm always
nervous when i meet
her. i catch my
self smiling at her
smile and then try to
hide it by smiling
at my friends. i know,
smooth, right?
ugh. i don't even
know what i thinks going to
happen, i don't
even know her.
but i wish she was mine.
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