We were older now from the kids we were. Yet I still write in this pink journal with a purple pen every day. Fortunately I'm a little less creepy. Thankfully I have a sense of style. I grew into my looks, but I still didn't give a shit about them. I'm still a hard ass, but I wouldn't be me if I wasn't. I want you to know I sound a lot nicer than I really am, and thankfully no one really knows that.

I need to help him, but I don't know how. I don't really know what to do, and I don't know if I can. He's not fond of me the way I am him. He probably wouldn't hear what I had to say because it's coming from me. I'm going to have to find a way. I'm going to have to find a way to bring him back to the beautiful angel he really is, instead of the dark demon he thinks he is. He's has a beautiful soul. He just needs to be reminded that it's in him.

So I'm going to do whatever I have to do to make him see. I've been a hard ass on him for years. I've been pining over him for so many years. We are freshmen in college, and it's about damn time I truly give something to him that he is at least remotely aware of even if he doesn't want it.