The Bipolar's Diary

8

24th January, 2002...

I didn't find any polaroid picture of Bella, but I've got a photo I once took before the P.E. lesson at my laptop, so I took that one to present to you.

Yep, that's the blonde cute Bella. She's amazing if you ask me. A nice friend, a nice girl, a nice lady, and a nice woman.

It seems like the long sleep last night was really worth it. Today, the bipolar disorder seems to be having no trouble at all.

I slept well and woke up with a cheerful mood. Seriously, I feel so vigorous! I don't care if I have to study French today. There's nothing that can drag me down this spirit.

Today, Charles can't be found anywhere. He's maybe sick or absent for some reasons, but that's fully okay.

My mood had saved me from not finding him if he had saved me from my mood recently yesterday.

For this time, since my life is so lonely and boring but that's not a problem right now, I'd like to write and describe Bella.

Bella, as you can see in the picture, is blonde with a pair of beautiful diamond blue eyes. Seriously, if I were a guy, I could fall in love with her.

Or... could I? I don't know. Perhaps not, perhaps yes. No one knows. Love is irrational. Ah, forget that. Let's get back to the topic.

Bella is feminine, though. Unlike me. Well, I am changing every day. At one day, I can be feminine, and at the other, I can be really tomboyish.

Her feminine attitude is why she uses lipsticks and nail polishes. Who could blame her? Girly make ups are like in her blood already!

And speaking of blood, she really loves the color red. She thinks it represents elegance and maturity, for whatever reason.

She travels anywhere with her ring with a square-shaped pendant. I have no intention of asking what kind of jewel it is since it isn't important at all.

She doesn't like heavy jewelry like that, but she has to wear the ring at all times since it's her father's heritage.

Well, her family still believes in animism, so they believe that the ring brings wealth and good luck. Bruh, ancient belief.

And since she hates heavy jewelry, she always chooses to buy and wear necklaces made out of beads.

And it's been no wonder that during the art and craft lesson, she always begs to the teacher to sometimes teach us how to make beads.

Her pleading voice sounds so pity, whiny, and childish to me, well. But she's really kind, and I'm really glad of it.

Speaking of her voice, oh. She's a pretty good singer. If I may do a little hyperbole here, I can match her singing voice with Selena Gomez.

Really? Ah, I don't know. But she does sing well. And the best thing of it all is that I can discuss anything with her.

My sad moments, my happy and joyful moments, even the illness I recently told her. I also told her that it's a top secret; none of my parents even know about that.

She is the only one I entrusted to keep the news about my bipolar disorder and my hypoglycemia disease.

But there is still something that she doesn't know, and it's about my feelings for Charles Redwood.

So I can still say that you're my closest friend of them all, diary. Don't need to be worry that I'll replace you with someone else cause I'll never do that kind of stupid thing.

Anyway, Bella has a kind boyfriend, a handsome guy whose class is beside ours. His name is Oliver, whatever his surname is.

I can't really tell is it Oliver that's a lucky guy or Bella that's a lucky gal. Both of them have super fans and peoples who love them.

But of course, all of their supporters would scream and would really support their sweet relationship.

I honestly have no problem with their busy relationship at all. Sometimes Bella ignores my text I sent to her, but I can see that it's just an accident since she's really busy.

I think that's all I can tell about my best friend Bella. I would say goodbye for now and... see you tomorrow, diary.

I'm so excited that I wasted all my energy to be happy and now I'm extremely tired and sleepy. Bye.