Dear Diary, In the most difficult times, I always turn to you. I don't know why it's in digital form now, but here it is
You've heard about her most often. And you know, I still think about her
This is really stupid. It's stupid to love someone I don't even talk to.
But I loved feeling her gaze on me. I loved her words. I loved every compliment she gave me. The moment she kissed me on the cheek... still embarrasses me
Dear Diary, I was too stupid. I had too many complexes. And I was afraid of society after those terrible years in my past school. I'm afraid I had a chance, but I lost it
Damn...
How I want to meet her. I feel like this story is not over.
Sorry