I am so pathetically pitiful. I hate that fact that I like Basil. I have to keep pushing back my feelings for him. It will never happen. Why does he have to be so darn interesting?! And perfect?! And infuriating?! Aghhhhh!!!!
Oh my God. What if he knows?!
What if he already does?!
What in all of heaven did I do to deserve this awful fate?!
Awful, you ask? Well, somebody thought it would be funny to put these completely gorgeous, adorable, or all of the above, guys dangling right in front of me but just out of my reach! Aghhhhhhhh!!!!
I don't know why I fight it. I give up. And I wish so much that I could read minds.
Dear diary, [2/26/08]
Friday- Snow day! Played with Vera almost all day! Vera goes ballistic (more later)
Still liked Basil.
Saturday- snow melting quickly, still played with Vera.
Sunday- snow almost gone, minimal Vera-time
Monday- school. Still like Basil.
Today- wonders what wedding would be like if Basil and moi ever got married. quickly banishes thought to deepest, darkest pits of Hades
still like Basil
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Ani's been absent lately. Oh no!
I still like Basil. What's wrong with me?!?!
Changed seats in math yesterday. Not happy. No longer across from Basil.
Basil more gorgeous than ever.
Did I make you throw up? Because I made me throw up. These were both in sixth grade. Back when I liked both Basil and Moo, I was in love with drama, and I might've been the stupidest kid ever to walk the Earth. Oh, and my writing wasn't very good. Of course, I was rushing on the last one...
LA today was hell. I swear, hate-waves emanate off that boy more than...well...anything. It gets worse every day. Honestly, it pisses me off. He just bothers me. I really can't think of any other way to describe it. I think this may be an entirely new feeling--not hate, nothing even CLOSE to like, just bother.
I also didn't present, which bothers me anymore.