⇑ Entry 5 ⇑

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Dear Diary,

I can't sleep.

It's 2:11 in the morning and I can't sleep. 

I'm thinking of him. Of Manu. He showed me his dimples. He saw me.

I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve his dimples. I didn't deserve to be seen.

But it happened anyways. 

I'm a lucky person.

I have school today, and I have to get ready in four and a half hours.

I don't think I'll sleep before then.

I'll need a cup of coffee and an apple to get me through to lunch.

That's all though. I don't usually eat or drink anything in the mornings. 

It's 2:15 in the morning now. That took 4 minutes to write.

I really wish sleep would come.

I don't want to have eye bags the day after Manu sees me. He might see me again. 

I have a lot of stuffed animals. 

I like stuffed animals. They're soft.

I talk to them sometimes. Sometimes I hug them.

They stand in for my friends.

My friends who left me alone.

My favorite two stuffed animals are named Sherman and Percy.

Sherman is a llama. My cousin loved llamas. He died though.

Percy is an owl. My mom gave him to me. He has sparkly feet.

...

It's 2:20 in the morning.

...

I cried again earlier. 

I did something bad and I had a panic attack. I was hyperventilating. I felt really bad.

I was forgiven though. 

I shouldn't have been forgiven.

I have cried too many times this week. 

3 times.

I shouldn't cry again. People would get annoyed.

They would leave me, even if they weren't there in the first place.

It's 2:22 in the morning.

I'm going to try and sleep.

Have a good life.

Love,

Me

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