I don't know why I'm doing this..
This is stupid.
But... I have to rant. Even if it's to an inanimate object.
Today I saw her again. She was wearing a purple sweater and shorts... she looked so pretty. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle more than normally. Maybe it was just my imagination... but I think she smiled at me!
Oh I'm so excited... tomorrow I'm finally going to tell her!
I don't know what I would do if she refused my love... but I think she will say yes. She has to love me. If she doesn't... if she doesn't love me... well... let's just say no one will be able to love her EVER.
I have to go now.
The bully is coming.
Have to go hide.
...I hate the bully.
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The Stalker's Journal
FantasyZalla Walker is a sixteen year old boy, he doesn't like to get involved with anyone for fear that they won't like him, in other words he's shy. But then he meets...her... the only girl that ever spoke with him of her own free will...he immediately...
