Poesía

January 27th, 2018

Dear Diary,
Ashton told me that I've been writing in this thing for over a week, and I just realized that now. I guess it does help? I mean, I don't have a problem with it. It's like I'm talking to someone, but I'm not getting any input back. Which is a good thing.
Calum made eye contact with me for the first time tonight. It scared me a little, and I looked away as fast as I could. It was while he was passionately reading a poem about his childhood, which I realized wasn't as good as it should've been. Calum had it rough, but he brought himself back up. I wish I could've brought myself back up, but it doesn't seem likely. However, he did keep his eye contact with me when he was talking about change, which I found interesting. It was like he was trying to tell me something. He doesn't know me, though. I shouldn't be so excited about him looking at me.
     The girl's name is Rena, as she told me today. I made progress. I nodded at her and tried to smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace. I haven't tried to smile in a while. However, the corners of my chapped lips tugged up enough for Ashton to be very proud of me. Apparently he saw everything. I wonder if Calum saw. I hope he notices me again one day soon. I want to get the guts to talk to him. I'm going to ask Ash for help.

Wish me Luck,
                                                         Michael