Diary | Age 14

- Another Day -

I have this big fear, that perhaps one of the guys that I like may just like me back and we might “go out” or something. It’s mostly Mark that I am worried about – I like him so much. I can see myself with some other guy so that I can prepare for true friendships (I’m sorry – but it is inevitable). Anyway, I want to save people like Mark for when I am ready – and our friendship can be something relatively real.

Real: its a big word for this age. More of a concept actually. Nothing here is real, in fact, nothing there is actually real. Perhaps this is just someone’s personal dream. Keep sleeping, my friend, dream on. I think I was Dodgeson in a past life. Really.
You know what, I must be pretty strong to hold up in a place like U. Actually, it is my personal idea of hell. Perhaps I am saving up to live somewhere else. But no where real.

- Another one -