𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺... // 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤

december 1, 1989

dear diary,
i have one of eddie's hoodies on.... again. i had a long sleeve, and it wasn't that cold. he still insisted on giving me his hoodie. he told me it suits me. now i smell like a fucking bakery. i dont mind that at all. its pretty cute honestly. he asked me if i'd like to come to his house. which is odd because he hardly invites people over because yknow, his mom exists. yes i still hate her. anyway, i just finished homework and now im watching tv as we speak.
by the way, eddie... i think i like him. he's so sweet to me and he's just perfect. personally, would i kiss him: yes. i know i just came out, and i shouldnt rush, but ive been repressing shit too much. i can just be open here, which in return, feels great. i like spending time with him. also yes, i do know he'll never feel the same way. its just nice to think he would. i like the boy too much. its just unfair honestly. we could be something bigger, but again he may never feel the same. i know we'd work out great if so.

-richie