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4:06 pm - October 10, 2006 I wish to see M. To hear him, to talk to him. Oh, the horror. May my living life not be devoted to him. Make me stop thinking of him, looking at him during lunch, searching him. Many a times, am I not at rest. He is mine. For maybe another year. Perhaps next year I shall be in one of his classes. Since the school screwed me, not being in his first period class. Oh! He is so nice, and polite. Last year, he opened the door for me, talked sweet talk. Like a real friend. Oh, how I adore him. He laughs funny also. Always kind, and looks my way. I hope he never changes. I always itch to tell someone how I feel. But I don't trust anyone over here. They talk like motormouths and never shut up. I am desperate. Jessica here I come. Perhaps... My sweet M is here to rescue me from this horrid world and spring laughter and happiness into my life. Look my way, and I will smile. Haha, my friend. There I have confessed my feelings with you, little diary. For I will one day tell him with all my might. I like him, him, M.
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