Dear Diary,
Oh my fucking god. My parents saw the cuts on my thighs. I made up a lie that they believed, but I was so scared. Then I went to the tennis tournament. On the way there I fell asleep on G's shoulder. He was really warm and I was rather cold. I woke up a little before we got there. He went to the singles and I went to the doubles. He won two out of three games and I lost both of my games. It sucked. At least I had fun. Then we went to pizza hut. After that we got back on the bus. G put his arm back around me and I leaned on his shoulder again. We were talking and he said that I was beautiful. I didn't believe him and said that I wasn't. He turned serious really fast and said that I shouldn't put myself down like that. I don't want to, but I don't know how to say nice things about myself. He kissed me again. A few times actually. After our talk though he kissed me and he lingered a little longer. I didn't mind, I liked it. When we got back to Altus we went to the high school courts and volleyed until his mom got there. I don't know how this fucking happened, but I went to hit one of his serves and I guess my foot slipped or something. I twisted my ankle, I think, I currently have a nice bruise on it. And I landed hard on my ass and hands. It hurts. I went back to my house a little later. G's gonna go to church with me tomorrow. I'm kind of excited, but at the same time I've never taken anyone to a Sunday service. I don't know how everyones gonna react. I just wish that I was still with G right now with his arm around me. I would lean on his shoulder and most likely fall asleep. I guess that's all for today cause I'm about to ice my ankle and I really want to watch doctor who. So bye!!!
Artistically yours,
H
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Dear Diary
Não FicçãoFirst you should know that the original details were a lie. I did that because I kinda didn't want to risk my mother finding this book. Now that I have precautions I can say that this is my diary. Yeah, sorry for all the grammar mistakes and languag...
