Dear Diary

Day 1

Dear Diary,

I saw him today. Beautiful as ever, like always. Shining green orbs filled with secrets and lies he tells to the friends he hangs out with. His eyes a pure shade of green. They're like a sea of green and if you look too deep into them, you'll get lost. Curly hair sitting perfectly on top of his head. So badly I wished I could run my fingers through them to tangle my fingers in the curls. His beautiful smile making the whole world go in slow motion. The world may even stop and stare at the perfect of his smile. Those dimples, dented in his cheeks by the ends of his plump lips. His laugh, making everyone stop and stare. Well, maybe not everyone. Just me.

I do a double take when he walks into the room. He's effortlessly beautiful. Perfect. His skinny jeans always get tighter and tighter on his legs and the idea of his jeans undeniable tugs at my mind. His white shirt is a little bit see through, and I'm able to see the ink on his torso. Every single tattoo has a meaning, a meaning I'd love to learn of.

He walked by me in the hall today, his arms were wrapped around a girl that everyone knew. The thought of them broke my heart in pieces beyond repair. People saw me staring.

One guy pushed me against the lockers and punched my stomach hard, making me fall to the floor, a single tear escaping my eye. Pain is a never ending feeling. Never ending.

The beautiful angel heard the commotion and glanced back at me sitting against the lockers, locking our eyes longer than he usually would and then turning around to chat with his little girlfriend.

The stranger kicked me again, yelling out "Faggot!" and then going off, snickering with his group of friends about me. I wanted to sob, but I didn't. I knew I'd just call more attention to myself. It's better to just suck it up.

Liam, one of my best friends, came over today. He asked me about the hallway incident. I simply shook my head and sighed, not wanting to tell him since (as per usual) it's the same thing over and over again.

He told me to eat a bit, but I refused. He put a hand on my thigh and looked in my eyes, saying, "You'll make it through this."

The thought of what he said floated around in my mind....I think Liam was lying.

-Louis T.