i'm so angry right now, oh my god. i had to take my journal to the bathroom because i have to write in it right now.
i was at my locker today when you came up to me, wordless. i looked up at you, giving you the 'what the fuck do you want' look. silently, you pulled out a pink heart shaped card.
cautiously, i took the card in my hands and stared at it.
"are you fucking serious, besson?" i snapped. "you haven't spoken a word to me in almost two months and you think everything's gonna be sunshine and rainbows?" you sighed.
"look zach, i know you don't really wanna hear from me right now, but if you could just-"
"no, corbyn, you're right! i don't wanna hear from you right now," i fumed. "i cannot fucking believe you. god, just leave me alone."
i resisted the urge to rip up the card, because as much as i hate you right now, i was curious to read it.
i finished getting my things from my locker and angrily shoving them, and the valentine, in my backpack before closing it with a slam and storming off to my next class.
~ zach
2.14.18
thursday
10:29 am
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i'm gonna fix zorbyn ok,
don't be too mad.
also be glad i have like
6 drafts prewritten
bc i don't feel like
writing at ALL xx
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Fanfictiona collection of entries in a journal of the things zach wishes he could say to his crush, but can't find the courage to do so. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── warnings: - strong language - sexual content - mature themes ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── started: august 18th, 2019 ended:...
