Dear diary o' mine,

Ugh. Why do I have to start with that? I don't really wanna put it 'cause it's all standard and stuffs, but whatevers.

Soes, there's this boy I like. His name's Len.

He's blond, with blue eyes, creamy looking skin (Can skin look creamy?). Whatever! Anyway, he's totally hot.

We sit next to each other in class and pass notes 'cause we both know the lessons, and he's really funny and nice and I bet he's great in b… scrabble, great in scrabble. ERGH, goddamn non-erasable pens.

Too bad he has a girlfriend.

Miku. Hatsune. Miku Hatsune. That's his girlfriend's name.

She's a tealette, and tall, and basically everything I'm not.

Miku's been going around school telling everyone that they [her word choice was made love (cringe)] had sex.

I would ask Len but he'd probably stop passing notes with me.

That's what I really look forward to, you know? Like, his notes get me through the forever boring institution that is school.

Does that make sense? I feel like I don't make sense sometimes. Like people don't really know what I'm trying to say so they just smile and nod and look at me with those eyes, those eyes that laugh and laugh and laugh at you, they eat you alive, strip you down, clothe you up, screw you seven ways till Sunday, rip you up, look inside you and at your thoughts and feelings, then they patch you up together, and the eyes continue to bore into your soul and all you can do is stare back and let it happen because, if you break eye contact, that invisible ginger that I always see out of the corner of my eyes will come and take my soul, I'll be a soulless child, and the eyes see my future cat killings, and the ginger, the ginger's reflected in their eyes, and it's laughing, the ginger's laughing, laughing at you and your soulless self, because you know he's right to laugh, then everyone laughs, and you're standing there, stripped of your self dignity and reason, and you think, momentarily think, that they will all pay for laughing, laughing at you, and you laugh into your head, thinking about how funny it will be when they're no longer laughing, but its you, you who's laughing.

Sorry about that, sometimes I need to rant.

Ranting, I feel it's good for the soul.

Well,

Au revoir.

A/N: Easing myself back into the fanfiction after being pretty inactive for awhile.

Sorry for all those who missed me.