Lovesick

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Okay. Entry 1.

Ugh, I feel stupid already.

Okay. Let's do this.

Dear Diary,

Oh, fuck this 'Dear Diary' bullshit, I'm done.

Let's get straight to the point.

JACOB IMMANUEL CHASE. HE'S THE MAIN POINT OF ALL THIS SHIT.

That beautiful creature.

That exquisite fair skin, ravishing thick hair, handsome jawline, elegant posture, and not to mention his amazing bass and basketball skills.

HE'S PERFECT! (Jesus Christ, he's turning me into fucking Shakespeare.)

God, he's the only thing I think about 24/7. He's just so...

I can't even find the right words.

Fine Divine Enchanting Bewitching (?) Alluring. That's it.

I have never liked a guy this much before. Never.

I mean, what do you expect from a bitch whose first crush was her cousin?

I know, this is fucked up. But, come on. I was 6, and he was staying at our place for work. The relationship's completely platonic now, don't worry. He's married anyway.

Back to Jacob.

God damn it, I love that guy. But the real question here is, does he love me?

HAHA. WHO AM I EVEN KIDDING, WE ALL KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT.

OF COURSE NOT.

In what fucking universe does a perfect dude like him actually feels attracted to me, a girl who:

- Plays basketball

- Has the Bigman position in the female team

- Has the height of 169 cm

- Acts exactly like a dude

- Has tons of dude friends

- Is loud as fuck

- Has no female charm at all

- Looks exactly like her Daddy dearest

- Is an 'immigrant' in this beloved country of mine, in which I have trouble conversing properly with my own family members because I basically think in English 24/7

- And is most of the time always mistaken for a dude in the McDonalds drive thru even if she does have long hair

No, people. This is not an American sitcom, SHIT'S REAL.

Gotta go, morning practice tomorrow. Do not want to wake up looking like Brock from Pokemon in front of my coach.