Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire wasn't, isn't, and never will be mine. But I
wouldn't mind if you could, you know, give me Gordo. Or five dollars.
I'm really not that into Lizzie McG, and I just like to read the fanfics because some of them are cool, and then I got the idea for this. Reviews are nice, especially ones with criticism. I'm always interested in improving my writing.
Dear Diary,
I've tried telling myself that feeling this way is wrong and disgusting, and that I'm wrong and disgusting for feeling this way.
But oh, then she makes me go weak at the knees, and I know it's right and beautiful.
She's so graceful, poised, beautiful and elegant. Sure, everyone thinks she's a snob- but I know that's not the real her. The real her is still the sweet girl that I am in love with.
Occasionally Miranda will make a snide remark about her. She calls her the Pushy Queen of Slut Town- Miranda has a way of relating everything to Buffy. And when she calls her the Pushy Queen of Slut Town, I laugh, but it's uncomfortable. I've lusted and longed for her since the eighth grade.
Maybe even longer. I think I might have felt this way about her since the day I met her. She's always been tall, with cascading blonde hair and a traffic stopping smile. She's so beautiful, it's a wonder that every male hasn't moved to Hillridge just to get a glimpse of her, the same glimpse I get every day.
Every time she looks at me, my stomach flutters, and I both hope she does and pray she doesn't say something to me. Anything.
She's heaven and hell, all at the same time. She's fire and water; she's bitter, yet sweet. Even if she's made my life miserable, I still love her, because that's what she does to you. One day you hate her, and the next day you're in love with her.
Sometimes I wonder what my friends would say if I told them. Miranda might be okay with it- she is a Buffy fan, after all- but everyone else? I don't know. It's so hard to say. Things like this don't come up around here very often. Parents don't want to talk about this kind of thing. It makes people uncomfortable.
It used to make me uncomfortable. I was so self conscious. I felt like I didn't belong anywhere, because I was wrong. All wrong. I was an intruder, an enemy, fucking up everyone else's personal lives by keeping such a huge secret from them. I felt naked around them.
In ninth grade, I cut myself a few times. But they left scars.
I would yell at myself inside my head that I was disgusting and no one will ever love me because I would be giving my love to the wrong gender. They would think I was disgusting, too.
I'd like to think she sometimes wonders what I'm doing, and what I think about her. It's stupid, I know, because she's off limits. She doesn't like me that way. I can look, but I can't touch.
LG loves KS
I'm really not that into Lizzie McG, and I just like to read the fanfics because some of them are cool, and then I got the idea for this. Reviews are nice, especially ones with criticism. I'm always interested in improving my writing.
Dear Diary,
I've tried telling myself that feeling this way is wrong and disgusting, and that I'm wrong and disgusting for feeling this way.
But oh, then she makes me go weak at the knees, and I know it's right and beautiful.
She's so graceful, poised, beautiful and elegant. Sure, everyone thinks she's a snob- but I know that's not the real her. The real her is still the sweet girl that I am in love with.
Occasionally Miranda will make a snide remark about her. She calls her the Pushy Queen of Slut Town- Miranda has a way of relating everything to Buffy. And when she calls her the Pushy Queen of Slut Town, I laugh, but it's uncomfortable. I've lusted and longed for her since the eighth grade.
Maybe even longer. I think I might have felt this way about her since the day I met her. She's always been tall, with cascading blonde hair and a traffic stopping smile. She's so beautiful, it's a wonder that every male hasn't moved to Hillridge just to get a glimpse of her, the same glimpse I get every day.
Every time she looks at me, my stomach flutters, and I both hope she does and pray she doesn't say something to me. Anything.
She's heaven and hell, all at the same time. She's fire and water; she's bitter, yet sweet. Even if she's made my life miserable, I still love her, because that's what she does to you. One day you hate her, and the next day you're in love with her.
Sometimes I wonder what my friends would say if I told them. Miranda might be okay with it- she is a Buffy fan, after all- but everyone else? I don't know. It's so hard to say. Things like this don't come up around here very often. Parents don't want to talk about this kind of thing. It makes people uncomfortable.
It used to make me uncomfortable. I was so self conscious. I felt like I didn't belong anywhere, because I was wrong. All wrong. I was an intruder, an enemy, fucking up everyone else's personal lives by keeping such a huge secret from them. I felt naked around them.
In ninth grade, I cut myself a few times. But they left scars.
I would yell at myself inside my head that I was disgusting and no one will ever love me because I would be giving my love to the wrong gender. They would think I was disgusting, too.
I'd like to think she sometimes wonders what I'm doing, and what I think about her. It's stupid, I know, because she's off limits. She doesn't like me that way. I can look, but I can't touch.
LG loves KS