21.5.2016
Monday Morning
Day 6 in Australia
Dear Diary,
Connor, Tristan or Chris? Connor, Tristan or Chris? Connor, Tristan or Chris?
That's the question that's in my head the whole night.
Connor, Tristan or Chris?
The question that made me lose sleep and made me look like a vampire this morning. I'm giving up, I just can't make up my mind. After spending the entire night thinking, and choosing, and planning, I just couldn't bring myself to say it. If you haven't known already, diary, I'm not exactly the type person that has the heart to reject anybody.
Elise isn't any better than me either. She hasn't spoken a word to me ever since she came home last night, and all she had been doing the entire night was just staring at the ceiling. It's like she's in her own little world and nobody could reach out to her because there's no connection whatsoever in her little world.
Max, on the other hand, was being way too friendly to me, which makes me even more annoyed. He's stopped teasing me, stopped talking about his large ego, and doing weird things like holding the front door for me and saying 'please' and 'thank you' whenever he talked to me. It's insane! He NEVER did those things before. I hate to admit it, but I really miss the old Max, the Max that hasn't tried to kiss me.
Oh gosh diary, that memory still gives me the creeps! Anyways, maybe I'll just talk to him when we reach Penang, or maybe after I've settled the problem I'm having at hand. Connor, Tristan or Chris? This is ridiculous! I'm never going to solve this problem of mine. I need help, and I need it fast!!!!!
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Author's note:
I'm seriously the worse... The fact that I even have this story on here has completely slipped my mind. Hope you guys enjoy it though. Have a nice day!
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