Dear diary,
I didn't know what to do,
I freaked,
She smiled and I blanked her.
I blanked her.
We're supposed to be best friends and I blanked her.
What kind of best friend does that?
She probably hates me now.
I'm the worst friend ever.
I just didn't want to hurt her.
Why does it matter now? It's too late, anyway, I have probably already hurt her by blanking her.
Why do I always have to do everything wrong?
I'm such an idiot.
I should have told her how I felt straight away. But now I have to keep it bottled up inside me,
I can never tell her about it,
About any of it.
Tom
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Dear diary,
Teen FictionDear diary, This is my life, I hurt, I feel and I care. Probably too much. Do I care too much? Lucy Dear diary, This is my life, I hurt, I feel and I care. Probably too much. So I hide it. Should I hide it? Tom
