I. Plastic Playboy

June 10

I’ve longed for this moment for so long. It was meant to be, so why do I feel so empty? This love doesn’t feel as tangible as I anticipated it to be. But why? Now that he’s right besides me, I don’t feel anything. Nothing! Nada, zilch, nada, nein!

IT’S GONE

I don’t feel anything anymore. He’s to blame. His hair’s now frayed and it has already lost its beautiful luster. It was once silken gold but alas, it was just an illusion caused by cheap dye. That deceitful bastard. His hair’s now green. Ugh, green. And his face is even worse! His lips are so chapped and his skin’s now deathly pale. He is by far the worst one I’ve had.

It’s a shame really. I would’ve taken such great care of him but all he turned out to be was a fraud. Fake hair, contact lenses, and borrowed clothes to boot.

I forced him into a nice tuxedo suit because the varsity jacket he borrowed from that one especially irritating virago hoe didn’t suit him at all. He protested and I can’t say that the effort was worth it. He still looks so disgustingly fake.

I’ll be discarding him soon. I know someone that’d appreciate his company more. The mere sight of him drives me crazy.

I loved him. I truly did. This intense feeling of infatuation impelled me and I would go to every length for him. But now.... I don’t feel anything.

Perhaps because another boy has finally caught my attention. This particularly stunning transfer student from France said hi to me the other day. And he even held the door open! His deep almond eyes had this rather delightful twinkled within them that filled me with glee.

Coincidence? Non, c’est fate! It’s true love!

Hopefully I’ll see the transfer student at the school assembly tommorow. Alas, it’s rather unfortunate that the assembly is revolving around the plastic playboy’s death. I could honestly give less of a damn. He deserved his fate for not reciprocating my love the first time.

Farewell diary, until I write again.