Dear diary,
Today I sat on the bench while I listened to happy little pill by that amazing singer called Troye Sivan who I really think is attractive.
When the phrase 'glazed eyes empty hearts buying happy from shopping carts', came on a creature moved some steps infront of me.
My head immediately tilted so that I could look at the person because usually no one comes to the benches or near me.
So when my eyes focused onto the body I recognized the guy who smoked a cigarette by his piercing blue eyes that looked at me.
Luke Hemmings' famous eyes that symbolize heaven.
I tried to avoid him but that was impossible since he spotted me and began to come to me so before I could leave Luke took my wrist and turned me around so that I faced him.
Suddenly the boy who looked so grunge with his acid washed ripped skinny jeans and his white v-neck exhaled, making a big cloud of smoke meet my face.
He then put a hand on my arm which made me shiver and I became goosebumps because his touch made me feel different; a nice different.
'See you later, gay boy', Luke then said, kicking me into the stomach and then he went to the bunch of friends that laughed along with him.
I don't have the energy anymore; the energy to live.
Your Calum x
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I realised that I always write 'your calum' eventhough it isn't a letter or so but idc.
And I don't know when to post my other cake story cause I [nearly] finished chapter one.
Why do I have to update so early - bc you only have to write 10 sentences.
cat x
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FanfictionCalum only has space for 10 sentences each page of his diary. And that space he uses for writing about the blonde beauty. by wrvcked
