The Diary of a 21st Century Hipster

Snow day.

Has anybody seen psycho? I have! You guys know I'm an artist, and well. I Artisted again. It's a minor pro-pro I have. Don't ask why I say Pro-pro. I just do.

We had a snow day today. You could have guessed from the title. I'm exited to see Sebastian. It's been 4 days since School was out on Friday. I haven't called him once, and he hasn't called me. I realized I was being a bit clingy so I backed off. But I can not wait to see him I am so exited. I'm breathing so hard right now I'm like a fat cat being stuffed in a cage of love. That's pretty accurate.

I just want Sebastian to fly through the window and cuddle with me. He's so cute :). He says he's the weird kid in his class; which makes sense because every other child in his class is a moronic jiz rag, which apparently is cool. I still can't believe he's a year younger than me. He's way more mature then any of my friends (especially Ruby Armstrong), except for Dirk. I would never abandon Dirk.
Even if he doesn't believe me or our respect isn't mutual.

This is the argument that has always been in my head. I could stay with Sebastian and trust that Dirk won't drift away from me, or I can let go of him to make sure Dirk doesn't leave, in which case not trusting him. Which part of me doesn't. Dirk and I don't really talk. I wish we did more. I wish he could read what I'm writing too, because a part of me believes that if he reads this hell pick up on my feelings and express his.

I don't have a crush on Dirk. Don't get any ideas. I'm just very attached to him. There's a tight rope between us. I'm on one end, trying to climb up it to get to him, and he can chose to pull the rope towards him, but he also is the one wielding the scissors. I could fall and hurt myself, but he hasn't realized the power he holds. I wish he knew how much I respect him. I tell him a lot but I don't think he really knows. I'm not a freak and saying I respect him more than I love tacos, I just don't think he can believe it himself. He's always had demons. Monsters even.

I always worry about him. I was lucky to chose the locker next to his. He doesn't really take time to talk to me unless I scratch my chest (the comfort I use when I'm stressed is itching below my collar bone). Even then, it takes a little while for him to even speak up.

I know he reads this. He told me. Actually I asked him. But I think he's okay :)

I have to go now.

Later, sluts.

Love always,
Yvonne.