Date: 19.4.2016
He played in a football match today. His shorts were hugging his curves and his hair clung to his forehead. The photos I took of him came out blurry. As always. I kept cheering and cheering for his team to win, just so that he'll think of me as a good person. Then he'll start to go out with me. Sadly, he didn't even spare me a glance.
During the game he tripped, but I took the opportunity to take a picture where he wouldn't be moving frequently and dodging the chance to have another one in my almost full album. But his parents saw.
They saw me with my phone out rushing into the field and his mum's face went pale.
I'm only trying to help what is mine. What's the big deal?
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well the chapters will probably be 150 words or less bc i'm shit at writing. but i swear they'll be plenty of entries.
anyway, got another thought about who "he" might be? how the writer of the diary is as a person?
next entry will probably be up in a week or so. myb sooner but hRm-
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『 him » larry stylinson 』
Fanfiction"i-i just wanted him to notice me." • • • inspired by blasé, which was written by the amazing @knightlights.
