Dear Diary; s.w.

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    Dear Diary,

Today a new boy entered my class today, I was really nervous because Mr. Ibiza made him sit next to me and now I'm partnered with him for our history project. I think his name is Sammy. I would've listened but his hazeled brown eyes made me lost. He spoke 2 sentences to me. The first one was "Hey" with a beautiful grin and the other was "You got this project by yourself?". Okay, I admit that when he said that it did lower his attractiveness, but when you're a 100/10 -1 isn't that bad. During lunch, when I was eating my sad cold pizza with my best friend, Jennova, she told me that Sammy is already hanging out with Nate and the Jacks and Jasmine. I can't believe that he could hang out with Jasmine. She doesn't deserve him. She has slept with all of the guys, and I'm here perfectly. Why can't he understand, that i'm right here. Jennova told me that he doesn't see me because I'm a "nerd". I just have glasses. Glasses aren't bad.Maybe it's because I have acne. Jasmine has perfect skin, and perfect makeup. I don't know how to use makeup that well so I don't tend to use it often, but that shouldn't mean I don't get any guys just because I'm all natural. I feel like all the guys in my school just want girls with caked on faces to have a one night stand with, and when the girl gets upset the next day, he calls them a whore and that goes on until there's another unsuspecting girl. It's fine, i guess because according to Jennova I'm never gonna be that lucky. She told me that I'm just like Karen from Theatre Class by Brandon Rodgers and as sad as that makes me, Karen did get a hot emo boyfriend, so that's cool. Oh I completely forgot to tell you diary, Mr.Ibiza told me that I have the possibility of graduating early, because the writing program at UCLA starts early. I'm just so pumped because I can't believe that it's almost the end of the year, and I'll probably never see these people again, at least not for 10 years. Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly complaining either. It's not like I've been bullied, that stopped when I got to be a freshman. I just sort of became invisible, unless there's a project. Then everyone is my best friend. My mom says that writing in a journal will help my self esteem and my emotional state a lot. I'm just doing it so she will finally let me get a phone.