It was that next Tuesday.
You didn’t spare me a glance.
That made me so depressed.
I knew it.
I knew I was going to explode.
Soon.
I could sense it.
There was a storm brewing and I was in no shape to stop it.
I mean, how? I was just this
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Everyone said we were diamonds in the rust. Diamonds in the rough, when we were young.
When we grew, they said we were diamonds.
I just didn’t believe it.
What rust?
What diamond?
All I saw was a relatively tall, annoying, stubborn, impossible girl, who also was in love with you.
Who said I wanted to be a diamond.
Maybe I wanted to be Sapphire or Aquamarine, or even Jade.
Why did the diamond have to be so special.
I could come up with several analogies.
When I was 13, I’d read these really funny fangirl stuff, like,
“I wish that you looked at me the way I looked at Luke Hemmings.”
But seriously, I really meant that.
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Novela Juvenil(Completed but not edited) Everything lies within tangled webs. Feelings, thoughts, truth. You can try to lie. Fake a smile. But you can't fake your feelings. You can't fake how you feel, and even if you try, it never works. Or else you explode i...
