PHILS POV
Dear book thingy, (definitely not a diary)
Whenever I think that I can do it, I know I can't. Now, you may think I'm talking about something serious like suicide or self harm. It's not that bad, actually its nothing like that. It's just the courage to ask a girl out, she always looks at me in our extension media class. She looks at me quite a lot, usually when I have my hand up to answer a question. It makes me think that I have sweat patch under my arms or something, rather unnerving. I have to do pit sniffs occasionally, because sometimes I don't really want to put on my deodorant. So, after every class i'll go up to her and ask her what the homework is, pretending that I didn't hear what the teacher was saying, although I did. I like Miss Whish, so I pay attention in her classes unlike in Maths or the classes I need to pay attention in. So I go up to her and she rolls her eyes because she knows what I am gonna ask, I guess its become something like a tradition, maybe. Anyway, I think I'm gonna keep writing in this book, just maybe the important stuff or whatever because writing is so much effort,
Phil