Dear Diary,
I'm now at the parking lot waiting for someone, I overheard some students that are envious of him as he has the coolest car in the school and it parks here. I wanted to return something to him, looking at the handkerchief that he handed me last time when he saw me cry, I felt the hope that maybe someone would save me from unending sadness that I always felt since my mother died. But then I don't want him to be involved with me..
I'm a wreck
He's perfect.
Two different things that don't match well at each other.
~Anastasia~
