Hey everyone! So remember how I said that I'd only do two stories at a time? Well, that's still true. This is not, I repeat NOT, a story. This is my very personal and not-so-private-anymore journal. The only reason I'm posting this is because all of you, except for one, have no idea who I am. So if you wanna offer advice, criticism, hate crimes in word form, go ahead. Knock ourselves out.
This is just a way for me to vent to actual people. This could just be me, but I'm always able to tell more to a computer or notebook than to my friends. So, this will help me get everything off my chest. There's no consistent update. Though I'll more than likely do it every day since that's how often write in my journal, but just letting you know.
And it won't just be entries either. My journals are where I write down literally EVERYTHING. So one day it could be about how I spent an hour in the Manga section of Barnes and Nobles, the next a poem I wrote, and the next a new book idea. I'm just warning you it varies.
Alright, hope you enjoy!
Sept. 10. 2015
At practice yesterday, Frosty claimed that my crush (whom shall hence forth be referred to as Japan) is always looking at me during practice. I didn't believe him, naturally, but it'd be nice if it was true. I've liked him for over a year now, even though I haven't had the chance to have a full conversation with him. We've talked in snippets but never a real conversations.
I really like him, which sucks balls, mainly because there's no way he'd ever like me the way I like him. I'm actually quite surprised he even known my name. I think he just feels sorry for me and that's the only reason he bothers to indulge me in conversation. I wish he liked me like that. I think he'd make a great boyfriend. Guess I can't really judge that yet though. The only things I know about him are that he's funny, sweet...and really cute! Who knows, maybe I'll be like Bianca Piper and be the schlumpy friend who gets the hot guy.
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