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NINE

Entry Number Nine

喝啊让他

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9 January, 9:27 P.M

Yeehaw!

Why did I just-

Nevermind.

Anyways.

I'm happy!

Yoongi willingly walked up to me in art today! And talked to me!

WILLINGLY!

The amount of happiness I'm feeling right now is so immense, I can't even describe it. He has no idea how good he made the rest of my day go.

Sigh of mega content.

I feel butterflies. Oh my gosh, why do I feel butterflies?

Like, he's just a crush. Nothing more.

Right?

Yeah. He wouldn't ever even consider looking my way. I'm quite sure he's straight. So I need an explanation on why these butterflies are here. I didn't ask for this. You're only supposed to get butterflies around like... people you really really like. Yes. Truer words were never spoken. Fight me.

For real though, I'm having a mid life crisis. Maybe even an end of my life crisis, considering Min Yoongi will be the death of me.

I need to stop.

Dear God.

I apologize to whoever may be reading this journal.

Well, more like a Min Yoongi biography. A book about Min Yoongi, and my immeasurable love for him.

I'm leaving.

But not before I leave you with some words.

Kind of my own. Kind of not.

Here:

That, your heart;
Right now, it might be causing you pain,
But i promise you;
It will make you feel something soon enough.

Yes.

In no way does this apply to the earlier mentioned situation, these are just some words of wisdom.

In a way.

Okay bye.

9 January, 9:37 P.M

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