Monday, May 31

DIA 142:

The following day
Dear diary: today he didn't take the same bus. Perhaps he wakes up ten minutes earlier just because he doesn't bear to see me again. He is definitely too embaressed from yesterday's talk. Poor prom-night-killer-guy, I feel sorry for him for believing I was hitting on him but please, I even call him prom-night-KILLER. Oh well, I just hope he doesn't go all psycotic and starts killing people, it would be too ironic. Ta ta.

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