2004-03-03 at 7:45 p.m
Someone describe love for me, does it really start in your heart, or does it end there?
Yet another unenthusiastically unbrilliant day, unless you consider the sight of Miss Bowa bending over in the drama studio whilst putting together a white board anything worth being brilliant.
It is however, the longest it has gone on for, and I knew it would happen, after the great half-term. How sad. It's so hard to prevent something you have no control over, but how horribly bad would it be if we could control over peoples feelings and actions. Do you think there is anyone clever enough to do it, or stupid enough?
It's just so strange to wake up after such a great time, to feel yourself slowly being pushed away from the world you have been trying to reject for so long, trying to find a lupole to living. Knowing that that lupole is probably the one thing I am the most scared of, finding it hard to give my heart to the right person.
I wonder how people read this. When I read other peoples diaries I have a voice that I imagine reading it. Just naturally. And there are different ways different entries are read. How is this read? Like a long list of boring imaginable situations? Couldn't be more real to life then.
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