.. What can I say. I'm so damn happy. Someone actually knows I exist, you know how good that feels? Not only that, but he likes me. He really likes me. Said we were friends. For awhile I thought I was invisible or somethin' - every whiny, bratty, teenage girl's dream... 'cept for the fact that people never turned down the chance to make fun of my pink hair. 'S manly alright? Now I don't want you to think I took advantage of the kid or anything.. but after he fell asleep he just looked so damn perfect. .. I kissed him. I don't think he knows, cause he was asleep n' all. .. At least I really hope he doesn't. He probably would stop wanting to be my friend.
I find myself actually wanting to get to know more about him. Ha, I don't know if there's somethin' wrong with me or what, but hell, I like this feeling. I like it a lot. I've always been kinda nervous about gettin' into a relationship and tying myself down. I like room to move, ya know? And you never know what the other person's gonna do.. any second they could turn around and stab you in the back. Not that.. I'm paranoid or anything like that, it pays to be careful, right?
... But, I can't help but want Mikuo. Man, I want him so bad. I don't wanna seem like some fuckin' pervert but hell, I'd do anything to get into his pants. Even give up tuna. Just thinkin' about it makes me twitch. That's another thing - he's so damn innocent. Doesn't get my hints at al- woah, not like I'm dropping any. Don't think that. I just.. I've never wanted something so damn bad, you know? And he's like, flawless. There isn't a single thing wrong with him. Even when he cries he manages to stay perfect. Ugh, I hate to admit it but.. makes me feel self-conscious. I mean, how could he want an ass like me? No one else does. Every time even his shirt comes up a bit I find myself starin'.. I seriously hope he hasn't noticed, he'd think I'm some stupid creep.
I'm sure his sister, Miss Prissy would fuckin' hate me if I did anything to him. She's so motherly and annoying.. I just want to grab her by those damn things she calls hair and throw her off this stupid planet. That'll fuckin' teach her. Ugh, she acts like she knows everything. It seriously pisses me off. Sometimes I wonder how that hair hasn't broken her neck yet. We can dream, m'right?
... What am I supposed to do. Tell him? He probably won't feel the same.. I'm just gonna shut up.