love letters for the love of my life,

July 27, 2020

Dear journal

Sorry it's been a while since I wrote an entry. To be honest I forgot about this hahah,, I am only writing here again because I became bored of my summer courses.

I started this without a plan so do forgive me if my points are disconnected.

What should I talk about, I wonder? Hmm, a boy told me he liked me a while ago. A painful memory, really. It's nothing against him, it's just,, I don't particularly like the male sex. I rejected him, obviously. At first I dreaded the idea of seeing him at school, but then I found out he was moving to Reno. He's my friend, so I really shouldn't feel so happy he's moving away, but I am nevertheless relieved I may never have to lay eyes upon him again. Not that his appearance is an eyesore, mind you. I just would rather not have to suffer the agonizing awkwardness he must feel at being friend-zoned.

But enough of him, I've made it a point to think as little as possible about the event and I don't plan on stopping. In terms of better, more exciting news, I started learning how to skateboard this weekend. So far I am lucky enough to have not fallen off. I have, however, fallen while rollerskating. It left quite the bruise on my butt. Now, it is important to note that when I say "skateboard" I don't mean the neat little flips Tony Hawk does. I simply mean, being able to get from Point A to Point B without any trouble. The board I have right now is a poorly made penny board that my cousin didn't want.

There really isn't anything else for me to say. If you for some reason happened upon this journal, I hope you are doing well. 

Love,

Daisy