Dear Diary:
There is someone in my work I want to fuck. Yeah, probably I will never, NEVER say this out aloud, you know? I have a reputation to keep.
If someone read this please DON'T SAY NOTHING, or I will kick you. Or Kill you, Or Or Or
I'm kidding, I think I will never kill anybody
This is my diary, no one has permission to read it either way.
Okay, I recently figured out that I want to sleep with my childhood friend, Kacchan. I don't know where this feeling comes from, the only thing I possibly know is I have perv thoughts of me and him. I mean, have you seen his biceps? Fuuuuuck, I don't even have the words to describe it.
Let's focus, I need a plan, I need the perfect plan to make him ask me for that.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.