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You know, this journal thing would be so much more effective if people actually read it. I feel as though this is an incredibly useless waste of my time. In addition, my keyboard is being tempermental. For instance, if I weren't meticulously editing this post, my script would look like this: thiss keyboarad sucksanbnnd I wish i were rich enoug to afford ann ew onen.
I'm sure you all care about me SO much that you'd like to know how my life is going: swell. Sadie Hawkins was a while ago and I asked Zach to go with me. He said yes and we went. Unfortunately, I can't lie. That is why, when he asked if I could freak, I (like the moron I really am inside) said that I've never done it before. He laughed and promised to teach me before the night was out. He also said it surprised him. ? Okay.
So now, every school day is a stare-fest between he and I. Everyone assumes we are going out, which makes me laugh because he never formally asked. He looks at me excessively, which makes me wish he would just take a picture. He smiles at me during passing period, which ultimately makes me melt. He talks to me and mimicks the things I do to make me laugh, because he likes my smile--which makes me love him. I have nothing else to say, except that for the first time ever I am hurting inside because of something good.
xx
Jess
I'm sure you all care about me SO much that you'd like to know how my life is going: swell. Sadie Hawkins was a while ago and I asked Zach to go with me. He said yes and we went. Unfortunately, I can't lie. That is why, when he asked if I could freak, I (like the moron I really am inside) said that I've never done it before. He laughed and promised to teach me before the night was out. He also said it surprised him. ? Okay.
So now, every school day is a stare-fest between he and I. Everyone assumes we are going out, which makes me laugh because he never formally asked. He looks at me excessively, which makes me wish he would just take a picture. He smiles at me during passing period, which ultimately makes me melt. He talks to me and mimicks the things I do to make me laugh, because he likes my smile--which makes me love him. I have nothing else to say, except that for the first time ever I am hurting inside because of something good.
xx
Jess