Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Dear Diary,
I hate him. I absolutely, utterly hate him. He's rude, arrogant, spiteful, disgusting and downright annoying. I wish him a thousand painful things. I just hate him so much. He stole my sketch pad, and threw it into the garbage bin, and I had to fish it out again. He made fun of me again, and he kicks the back of my chair. He insults me, and he's a jerk. I really hate him so much... But even behind all of the things he is, there's more. He's funny when he wants to be, and he's cute too. He's really charming when he isn't making fun of me or stealing my stuff. He's an awesome dancer, he's even better at Dance Dance Revolution than I am, he beat mein aDDR dance-off by three points at the arcade last night. He's nice to his friends, and he's really smart. Especially at math. I wish I was. And I know I hate him so very much, but Diary, I thinkI like. I shouldn't, because of how mean he is, but I do. Diary, amd I crazy? I think so...
And that's it. The end. Unless I end up making a few more chapters, because this was okay. And the next one is sort of okay... Hm. I dunno.