Monday, October 17. 3:42pm.
Dear Journal,
I can't believe this! Vanessa wouldn't even look at me today. I tried to get her attention, but she wouldn't even glance my way. I know she heard me, though. Because before I tried talking to her, she was relaxed. She was happy. She was with her friends, laughing her beautiful loud laugh. Her dimples had been shining again. Her eyes had had a twinkle in them, showing just how truly happy she was.
But when I called out her name, that all went away. Her friends immediately huddled around her, and they started going the opposite way. I couldn't see her anymore.
I was hurt that she did that. She's my everything. I would give my life for her. I hated to see her sad. I wanted her to always be happy. I wanted to be the one that made her happy.
How dare she not speak to me? She knows that she's my everything, that she's the only one I want. I didn't even do anything wrong!
