Dear diary,
No, scratch that.
Dear journal.
Dear diary makes me sound like a thirteen year old girl. Which I'm not! Just for the record. I'm a nineteen year old rock star. Not pop star, despite what some people might say.
So I guess you are wondering why a nineteen year old rock star is writing in a journal.
NOT a diary.
Well, it all started from the first day I laid eyes on her. Well, more like the second or third since the first day she was covered in flour and to be honest, she looked a little scary, her being so white.
It kind of reminded me like the grudge.
Only a true man can admit he is scared.
*cough*
Anyways,
Since the day I met her, I have developed...certain feelings for her. Feelings a rock star like me is not used to. And feelings she most likely doesn't return. Ha, but that is going to change.
This leads me back to the point of this journal.
I have decided to document my many deceitful schemes of showing Mitchie how I truly feel about her.
And hopefully, during this time, she will return them.
Maybe...
We will see.
