Summary: Elena's version of stupid swan girl
Dear Diary,
I can't explain it, nor can I justify it.
Since the moment I laid eyes on her, Isabella Swan...
I feel impelled to her; wherever we're in the same room, she purloins my interest.
Her simple existence captivates me; I've never felt this way about a girl.
Or a boy.
Matt or Stefan has never made me this way.
Why her?
Why not Bonnie?
Why not Caroline?
Or Vicky?
Or anyone else?
Why must it be the snarky, anti-social, and downright rude Isabella swan?
Why Isabella Swan?
Why her?
Why her?
Isabella, it sounds like an old lady's name.
Beautiful bird!
Every guy in school flocked to the beautiful bird girl!
Caroline constantly talks about her, Bonnie likes how quiet and sweet she is, and Stefan gets spacey whenever she's mentioned.
Even Damon occasionally mentions how she tastes better than other humans.
Jeremy constantly talks about her
Ugh!
I hate that big-eyed, vast forehead little girl floating in the pools of my mind.
She can barely take two steps without falling on her ass!
Was she like that when we were children?
Did I feel this way about her when I was a child?
I hate to think of the effect she could have had on me if her parents stayed in Mystic Falls.
I think she must be a witch, and she's casting a spell to make the
people around her fall in love with her.
That's the only way-
Wait, wait, I'm not-
I'm in love with her!
Stefan, I love Stefan!
I love Stefan!
I love Stefan, I do.
I must, right?