February 13.
Tomorrow is that horrible holiday called Valentine's Day. I wonder why it's a holiday at all. I'm too upset I won't get a single card again, so I decided that in this case no one needs a card from me as well. Well, I wasn't going to write a card for anyone in the first place, so I suppose its okay then.
Why I can't stop thinking about Zim?
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February 14.
Got a card from Zim!
My heart was pondering like mad when he threw it at me. I thanked him. He told me I didn't really deserve it.
The card exploded in my hands when I opened it. Zim laughed his eyes wet. I was sent to the hospital.
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February 16.
My hands and face still hurts a bit, so it's hard to write. Was offended that Zim used that terrifying holiday against me. When I told Gaz how I feel she said that I deserved it for choosing such a horrible boyfriend. Complained that I'm not gay. Was ignored.
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February 18.
Went back to school. Zim was laughing again. He laughed on the lessons and then on the launch break. I told him he's a stink. He only laughed harder and choked on the cafeteria "something" we got today. I wonder how he managed not to die.
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February 19.
I took my camera and left to take some photos of Zim. Caught him choosing a new suit from a wardrobe. He got about a hundred outfits, and all the same! He stood there for about three hours, but couldn't decide which one to pick. When he at last took one of the suits I felt unnaturally excited to see him taking the one he had on him off, but he seemed to suddenly dislike the clothes he chose and put it back into the wardrobe. I got mad, threw my camera on the ground and went back home.
I wonder does Zim ever have a bath.
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February 20.
It was another boring Sunday.
Watched through the old photos of Zim. Felt so excited I had to go have a cold shower.
Maybe I should go visit some kind of a doctor?
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February 21.
Gaz told me not to ever touch her soda. As if I give a damn!
Stared at Zim at maths, then got him staring back at me. We stared at each other the whole day, so I couldn't get a proper breakfast.
Went home and found out that there's nothing in refrigerator except Gas' soda. Life is full of irony.
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February 21.
Gaz flushed my tooth brush in the toilet. I pretended I don't care.
In the evening found all of my Zim's photos deleted. She'll pay, I swear!!!
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February 22.
Found Zim going to the cinema. He said he was going to watch a movie about us "filthy spices being destroyed by the some powerful aliens, but not as powerful as Zim, of course, but still not bad at all if they decided to destroy humans". We walked together, I felt foolishly glad. Zim had an argument when he was told to pay money for ticket. Told me to pay for him. I bought us two tickets on the last row.
God, I was like sitting on needles for the whole movie! Zim was amused and clapped his hands when the monsters were eating some pitiful men. I wanted to take him by the hand, but I knew I can't, so I sat deep in my chair biting my lips and tried to watch the damn film.
Stood under a cold shower for about 40 minutes as soon as I got home. This certainly isn't normal.
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February 23.
Another horrible day. A bully from our class called me a faggot. I asked Mrs. Bitters why I look like a faggot. She said: "Because you are a faggot, Dib. Face your faggot faith". I wonder why everyone thinks this way. Hope Zim won't hear such a thing about me.
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February 24.
Zim asked me what a faggot is. He has probably heard everybody calling me a faggot, so I told him it's a cool thing. I regretted it instantly, because he started to yell that he is far too faggot-er then me and wants to be called the Faggot of Faggots. I told him the truth. He punched me in my face very hard, so I'm in the hospital again.
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February 25.
Waiting for the X-Raying. My nose is bleeding non-stop.
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February 26.
A bully from our class came to throw a dead decomposed mouse at me. Nothing else has happened in past two days.
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February 27.
Doctors said my nose is broken, but I'm doing alright. I felt upset that Zim is so mean to me, then got enraged because I got upset again.
In the evening Zim came to visit me. He brought me a "get well" card with a "please die soon, you horrible worm baby!" hand writing inside. I'm carefully keeping it under my pillow.
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February 28.
I can go back home this week! I wonder if Zim missed arguing with me.
In the evening Gaz came to visit me. She brought me another "get well" card with a "don't you ever touch my soda when you get well, Dib!" hand writing inside. Is this some kind of mockery?!
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March 1.
Looked at Zim's "get well" card all day. It had flowers printed on it. Felt sad again. Damn it.
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March 2.
Got a "get well" card from dad. It said: "Get well, my poor insane son". Felt like I gonna kill somebody.
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March 3.
At last home! Tomorrow I can go to school to see Zim. I found myself missing him badly. Maybe I AM insane if I miss someone who broke my nose?
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March 4.
Father found my collection of Zim's photos (I printed it, because Gaz had found out the password to my PC). He shook his head and said: "My poor insane faggot son! You choose a truly horrible object of your sick feelings". Complained that I'm not gay. Was ignored.
I thought a lot about this tonight. I came to conclusion that if everyone is thinking that I'm a "faggot" anyway, there's no point in denying it so hard - no one listens to me, as usual.
So I decided to confess to Zim. Tomorrow I'll tell him everything I'd been thinking of. Hope he won't break some of my bones again.
A/N: Do I need to continue???