People don't like me, they fear me. I hate the fact that I'm feared and I know I'm writing this out of vent but I want to be more... liked and loved.
I really, really like someone. He's shorter than me, has hair dyed burgundy in a pixie crop and has an impeccable sense of style. He has freckles and wide grey eyes, calling himself Daniel. He is gorgeous and he's the one person I haven't thought about killing. He's known, however, for being a nerd. I don't care about this, just because a guy carries a book doesn't mean he's smart. He has a voice that calms storms and a habit of swiping his small sweet hands through his perfectly messy red hair. I want him to be mine so darn badly. The problem is, Daniel has never told anyone that he's homosexual, and neither have I. That's why most girls in the school avoid me, because they think I'm some sort of lady-crazy weirdo. Eww.
All I need is him. Just him. The thought of having him makes me dribble a little. The thought of holding his hand and kissing him against the lockers. Fuck, don't make me fantasise any more. I realise my councillor is reading this. There you go Miss Jennings, you know I have the hots for some guy- some perfect young man, named Daniel Everett. He's been on my mind for a year or two at high school and I really want to make him mine.
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Blog of a Killer
Novela JuvenilJimmy Zolnerowich starts a blog because his councillor says it's a 'positive way to vent', he finds that his crush also has a blog too. Will he be able to confess his love, or will he be stuck on his ever-scrolling dashboard of loneliness forever?
