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Dear Diary,
I have a very best best friend.. we have the same crush on this boy...
How ever the boy and my best friend are getting along very very well last science lesson just then...
She was sat next to him..I was sat next to my best friend...
Then...all of the science lesson..they chatted and I hated every single minuite of it...
I tried to talk to them..... and get along... but.. they were so busy..
EVERY SINGLE WORD HE SAID my best friend laughed at it even though it wasn't even funny...
It felt like I wasn't even noticed...I WAS INVISIBLE...through their naked eyes...
My self me? ha! I don't have a chance...I just want to punch him in the face and notice me..
I mean.. just notice me for once...It's not just her who is crushing on him It's me too...
She knows...She knows that I like him too....
I am stupid... I did give her a chance to be with him... I was there...
Being a very very good friend...
Every minuite.. Oh no!
Every second on how she laughed with a high pitch tone like there was no tomorrow..
It wasn't even funny.. I wan't ME..
I know I was jealous... VERY very jealous...
It's all my fault... I blew it...
I made this feeling like a monster inside metrying to eat me every single second I heard their conversation...
You know what?
It made me feel Invisible....
Very very INVISIBLE as the time goes on...
until now.. She is still thinking about him..
Maybe tomorrow she's going to ask him out... I feel threatened...
I feel sad and Invisible...
- Title: Invisible (Diary Entry )
- Artist: Yenpo
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Description:
I made :D a story when i was bored...
I wanna change the title I dont know what the title could be :L help me?
NOT REALLY A STORY IT'S A DIARY ENTRY BUT IT TELLS A GOOD STORY...
COMMENT PLEASE?
What do you think of it?
Hope U like it!!!! - Date: 06/16/2010
- Tags: broken inside invisible
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Comments (1 Comments)
- vv7722 - 06/26/2010
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Reminds me of what many girls have to go through in their every day lives.
4/5 because it was lacking suspense, but I enjoyed it all right. - Report As Spam