Dear diary,
It's killing me. My head is full with him. His dark green eyes are perfectly enchanting, haunting me, that every time we pass each other, I wish I could swim into his iris. His white pale skin is like a porcelain, I wish I could touch it and play it with my fingers, exploring every inch of it. His sunken cheeks...even look adorable. I wish I could fly a kiss on them. His thin lips...I wish they could stretch a bit to give me a smile.
Yesterday, I saw him as an ugly duckling. Now my heart skips a beat in his presence I get all jumpy and awkward when he looks at me.
I saw him as a gloomy gothic jerk, now all I see is a prince charming riding a white horse.
And I'm Cinderella.
No. I can't be Cinderella.
Cindy was a sweet maiden.
And I'm a mean girl.
A prince doesn't like a mean girl.
If I weren't me, I would have knelt in front of him with a box of chocolate.
Begged him to be mine.
Unfortunately, I AM ME.
What am I to do?
Ah...
Now I know how he FELT.
It reversed.
Now I'm the one who is suffering.
Gosh, I didn't know that being in love could be so painful,
And insane.
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING? WRITING CORNY STUFF LIKE THIS?
OH MY GOD
I MUST BE REALLY CRAZY RIGHT NOW
SICK !!!
Love sick...
--Clarissa
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A Love Story that Turned Ugly
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