And you all thought I was dead. Well, here I am again. Writing.... Omph.... Happily writing again....
I needed to meet Hazel. I needed to see her but she kept ignoring me. All I wanted to do was talk. But right now, all I can do is watch them with my head hanging down. I love Hazel and I love Mike. Maybe I was just some kind of weirdo. But then again, my parents didn't raise me up to be a weirdo. I'm not a weirdo. I'm just a person intellectually handicapped by love. And this, i knew.
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I love y'll and I'm so so so sorry for not writing. But nevertheless, here I am again.
Love you 😘
YOU ARE READING
From My Diary
Short StoryHappiness - is self contentment, I believe. Stop thinking and get yourself in front of a mirror and tell me what you see. Yes, a beautiful face. But have you ever wondered what lies beneath that beautiful face of yours? Look further........ See it...
