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There’s this boy that I met and I think I like him because every time I see him my stomach twists into knots. Why?

It’s my birthday and my best present today was seeing him, him him him him

I hope I get to see him again, his face is pretty and his voice is gentle and I hope he doesn’t forget me over the summer

That boy still exists and he is still beautiful and lovely and our skin touched today

It seems like a lot of other people think this boy is beautiful too. How annoying. He was supposed to have been my little secret

I like this boy a lot and I saw him with another girl tonight and it was like being stabbed in the middle of the stomach with a jagged, rusty knife

What if he falls in love with her? I will not be okay

I kissed the boy I kissed the boy I kissed the boy and he said he liked me

I walked home with him today and we kissed some more and his lips tasted better than the alcohol I’m so used to consuming

He chose me

“When I’m with you, all of my worries go away,” he said. That’s all I could ever want really

He told me he loved me and I held him so tightly that neither of us could breathe

He took me to meet his family today and we went to a garden and I’ve decided that I love him back

We laid down in his bed but every single movement was innocent. I stared at the ceiling and loved the way my head fit perfectly on his shoulder. He loves the same music as I do

We had our first fight today and I cried when I got home and then Mother yelled so I cried some more

He’s getting awfully close to his female friends and I don’t know how I feel about it. I took a brisk walk in the rain to think it through and then I drank when I got home. His Christmas present came in the mail. Should I trash it?

We had another fight and it was bad

I haven’t seen him in a while and I’m nervous for the next time I do, is that bad?

He was my New Year’s kiss. In the middle of the night he told me he missed me while I was gone but then he wouldn’t touch me in the morning

He went to his friend’s house and didn’t tell me. This friend happens to be a girl. I don’t know. I’m probably going to get drunk tonight

He left.


— 7 months of diary entries (via thoseconstellations)

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