A/N: Dear Fanfiction readers, I've lost it.

Seriously, since you last saw me, I've decided I'm in love. Okay, not really. But there's this guy I really like and he's being really dense and stuff and I'm so not a mushy, girlie-girl but I CAN'T HELP IT! The situation is bugging me tremendously. Therefore, I pulled out my diary and dusted it off (after all, I never write in my diary) and wrote a note to this guy. I will, of course, never give it to him. But it made me feel MUCH better. Because of boredom, I decided to slightly rewrite the note and post it on here. Please enjoy MY moment of OOCness.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, but I own this sarcastic note.

Dear Danny,

I think I like you.

There, I finally said it, okay? I like you...a lot. But there's one tiny problem.

I don't think you like me back.

Why do I say that you ask? Allow me to explain:

You are super sweet. Every time my phone tells me I have a text, my heart skips a beat and I can't breathe, but I tell myself to slow down. It might not be you.

But it usually is you. :)

For that, I am grateful. I love our long, day-long conversations. I'm no longer bored at work. I have someone to talk to. It's you.

You are very nice. "HellomydearSam." I love it when you use the word "my." "My Sammy" and all that. I don't mind that you use the possessive word "my." I ENJOY it.

You make me forget every other guy. All I can say is, "Wow."

You say the sweetest things like, "I miss you" and "I want to see you." You love the ice cream I make and would probably say so even if you didn't.

You have come to work the last four times I've worked. And you've kept me company through texting too. Thanks!

But, even though you've done all these things, you must not like me back.

Because I can only say a number of sweet things before you change the topic. You may say "awwwww" but suddenly we are talking bout something else.

Because you are either making fun of me or are completely blind. Why do you think I told you I wasn't working all Spring Break? Hello! I want to hang out with you! And the messy hair comment? I wanted to see if you took it deep enough to heart to wear you're hair like that for me. I came to your ghost fight and only wanted to talk to you afterward but whatever. It really was great, but I was barely able to take my eyes off you.

Because you got my hopes up last night. The way you were talking, I thought you were gonna get to stay longer at work. Chelsea's boyfriend asked if you were mine; I said no. He said, "Well, y'all looked it." I said, "I wouldn't be opposed." But you probably would be.

Do you have a girlfriend? I don't know, but if you do, I'd like to know. That way, I could stop being stupid.

That present really was amazing. I loved the pictures, but do you really see the real me?

I've never smiled so much at a person's texts as I have with yours. You make me feel really special, but then you crush it. Do you really not want to hang out? I said you could see me more often and you changed the topic right away! If you don't like me, stop texting me. Stop playing with me. Yes, we can be friends at school, but I guess that's all.

The girls at work joke that I've finally got a man. I say it's not like that...but they know I like you. I was freaking out the night my phone died.

So...do you like me back?

Sincerely,

Sam

P.S. I've been randomly looking up love songs and I've been singing and dancing constantly. I've been smiling for no reason at all. And having a blast.

A/N: As OOC as this sounds for Sam, you have to understand that I'm writing this from my own perspective...and it's extremely OOC for me too. :/

There, I've gotten this out of my system.

Update on Amity Park Star sequel:

I've regretfully not worked on it very much. I've not had much inspiration. Hopefully, I will and please don't give up on me!