Journal, page one
I am Wheeler Bloom. No, I'm not a boy. My middle name is Virginia. Other than that,all you really need to know is that my life right now can be summed up in two simple, agonizing, beautiful, horrible, deep words. Unrequited love. I live it, I breathe it, I meditate on it, I dream about it, and yes, I know, I've got it bad.
So, I'm sure you're dying to know, dear reader, why can't I just at least tell this guy how I feel? I wish it could be because he is dating someone else, or I am too shy, or I haven't had the time...but because it's my life, you should know that it just isn't that easy.
Four years, that is the answer.
Four lousy years are what tore us apart before we could even be put together. I curse my mother every day for waiting until she was thirty to have me. Twenty six would've been just fine! But alas, he is a ripe twenty...and I'm a mere sixteen. It may not seem like much, but I can promise you that to him it's a lifetime. He could never love me.
Hello, dear reader, I'm Wheeler Virginia Bloom, and I'm juvenile.
Synonyms for juvenile: young, immature, childish, infantile, youthful
