This is a short entry in Naruto's diary, a look into his personal feelings.

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Beware the Ides of March, 2010

Shed behind house (not the best place to keep paper)

Mr. Umino took me out to get ramen again. I'm pretty sure that it's illegal to do that. On the other hand, it's free ramen.

Sunglasses-trenchcoat Kid in class found a huge fucking bug at lunch. If I wasn't so tough, I would have peed myself. Many times.
Like a multiple orgasm, but with urine. If that's not attractive, I don't know what is.

I really should be writing that report for Jiraiya... Fuck it, I'm his favourite student. I could finger paint on a paper with spaghetti and I'd get an A. Knowing him, it'd be because he found tits in the noodles.
My teachers are fucking freaks, but I'm pretty sure I've said this before.

As long as I'm on the subject of school... I'm graduating this year.
About time, too – High school has been the best 5 years of my life. I don't know if I'm having a graduation party or not. I've gotten invitations to some, and they're the real deal. Parent supervised, no booze, at some ritzy junction, almost all white people... It's fair to say that there's no way I'm going. You know, diary, maybe I should have one. I'll hand out glo-sticks. Hell yes, I'm going to plan this.

Not now, though. Don't worry diary, you're my number one. Oh, yes you are. Yes you are. Squoodgee woodgee woodgee woo!

Don't give me that look, baby cakes; you know you're the only one for me.

For now.

Oh, I didn't say anything, diary.

...

Oh, fine. You know just the right ways to get information out of me, don't you?

You know quite well about the misadventures of Sakura and me. Remember how I said that I'd never love again, and everything from then on would only be a fling and that no one could compare to my Fairy?

I suppose I lied. Guess what? He doesn't have a uterus! At least, I don't think so. He can be as frigid as an angry woman sometimes, diary.
It's a good thing this is private. I'd hate to sound like a fag in public.

He looks at me like he cares about me. It's like how Tsunade and Jiraiya look at me, but with a different kind of love. The kind of love that I yearn for. As much as I've tried to stay away from him, convincing myself that each time I saw him would be the last, it doesn't work. He always shows up at every party, ever y house, every fucking restaurant.

Maybe I don't really like him, and I only want him for the love that he's willing to give. Could that be it, diary? Could I be that alone? If that were truly the reason, it's defining proof that I am just as bitter and dark and selfish as I make myself out to be. I would be his little parasite. Maybe that's what I'll call myself – The Parasite. His Parasite.

Now that I think about it, I kind of want it to be like that.
I mean, I made a promise to myself, right? Sakura was the closing point in my life, right?
Come on, diary, you're harder to convince than myself.

What'll happen if I do end up going steady with him? I would ruin his life. I mean, I've just barely gotten my own life on the right track... I'm not as fucking miserable as I used to be.

It would be a repeat of Sakura. I would push all my negativity and jealous possessiveness onto him... Then, he'll start to hate himself.
Sakura's lucky that she's smart; otherwise she wouldn't have broken it off before she went too far off the edge.

Maybe I should quit being a fag and man up. I've seen the empty way Sasuke looks into oblivion when he thinks he's being ignored. I know those eyes that hide the life within. Maybe he needs someone to pull the life back out. At least, keep the life contained within him. I don't think the boy can get any deader, diary.

Note to self: idea for kinky roleplay – Frankenstein's monster and Dr. Frankenstein.

You'd think it would bug me how different we are, diary. You know how perceptive I am. Here's what I've noticed:

His skin is cold and pale. All he needs now is to have glitter poured on him; if we sent him in the mall, he would get mobbed. (Like fucking fuck I would ever let that happen.) ... And there's the jealousy and possessiveness rearing its ugly head already. God damn.
Outside of Neji's house, he has no face. He wears the same emotionless mask you'd see on a psychopath, a prisoner, a businessman, or a lawyer.
He bites his lips when he's thinking. I bite my tongue.
Despite that, he's overwhelmingly affectionate. Diary, I am about to tell you a secret that no one else will ever know. Ever. If you tell anyone, diary, I'll chop your fucking cock off. Pinky promise. PINKY PROMISE. Okay... We cuddled on my bed. No kissing, no fondling, definitely no fucking... Just soft touches, little smiles, and hand holding. It felt good. God, something else – that Night (you know the one I'm talking about squire, don't act dumb) I held him afterwards. I didn't mention that before, but it happened. I held him and fell asleep with him.
Once I realised how content I was feeling, I got scared and left. I found his clothes and folded them for him... And I drove off.

I would love to shoot him. Not in either way you're thinking of, you sick fuck. I mean with my camera. He would be perfect. He's fucking beautiful.

You know, since he's so alone, I wonder if he'd be jealous and possessive and protective over me, too. He'd certainly have enough reasons to – I can't keep the bitches off of me.

All he would have to do is ask. You know, fifth time's the charm.

Neurotically Yours,

His Parasite,

Naruto Uzumaki