THE PLANETS ALIGN, YOU'RE JUST LIKE MARS

Dear Diary,
         I have a confession to make. I'm bisexual.
         And people say there's nothing worse than having a crush on a straight girl, but they're wrong. The worst thing is having a crush on a queer girl, a girl who's gay or bi or pan, a girl who's a member of your ultra tiny female dating pool. And you know they don't want you, they couldn't be with you, you don't have a chance with them, and you never did. That's the worst thing.
         The worst thing is seeing them in the arms of someone who isn't you, seeing them kiss and cuddle with someone who isn't you. Seeing them have someone who isn't you on their lockscreen, share smoothies with someone who isn't you.
         The worst thing is when you've had months upon months to prepare your heart for the pain of this moment, and you thought you were - but you never could be.

Love,

Waverly

I WROTE THE GOSPEL ON GIVING UP

Dear Diary,
         I HAVE A TEST ON CONVERSION FACTORS TOMORROW AND I'M GOING TO FAIL MAGNIFICENTLY, HELP.
         Lark and I have finished Dr. Who! My favorite doctor is 10, but she likes 11.
         Also, Cassia got asked out by Everett Metzler today. She turned him down, though - he's not her type. For one thing, he's the wrong gender.

Love, 

Waverly

THE WORLD IS JUST A TELLER AND WE ARE WEARING BLACK MASKS

Dear Diary,

         Wellllllllll, I may have just totally embarrassed myself in chemistry in front of Christopher. Fuck my life.

          In other news, Aidan and I hung out at his house after school today, and HIS LITTLE SISTER WAS THERE AND SHE'S SO CUTE. Her name is Yvianna (he calls her Evie), and she's seven years old. She came to me and Aidan and said, "All day at school today they told us that we had to avoid drugs, that we shouldn't do drugs. Drugs, drugs, drugs. What are drugs?"

         I USUALLY HATE CHILDREN BUT THAT'S A DAMN CUTE ONE.

Love,

Waverly

AND I SAW GOD CRY IN THE REFLECTION OF MY ENEMIES

Dear Diary,

         Cassia and I went mini golfing today! It was my first outing with a new friend in high school, and it went well. We got snacks and had fun, even though we both suck at golf.

         I'm thinking of joining speech - there's a meeting next week I can go to to see what it's all about. Oratory is fun yet stressful, but Emmalee informs me I'd be good at it. Idk.

         On a somewhat odd note, I've really been craving mochi lately?

Love,

Waverly

TONIGHT IT'S "IT CAN'T GET MUCH WORSE" VS. "NO ONE SHOULD EVER FEEL LIKE"

Dear Diary,

         I may be set up for a small problem in English class.

         You see, Mr. Sylvester, my new English teacher, told me he heard from Mrs. Ekwensi, last year's English teacher, that I'm a pretty good writer. I never got below an A- on a paper, but I don't think that constitutes good writing - it constitutes a basic knowledge of grammar and sentence structure. Anyway, Mr. Sylvester told me he was expecting a lot from me this year and he wants me to work even harder than I did in Mrs. Ekwensi's class - except I really just half-assed Mrs. Ekwensi's class and have no idea what I did to make her like me so much. Most teachers don't like me because I chew my gum really loudly and sit in the back of the classroom. But apparently A- essays make up for that.

         In other news, Here & There started serving a new banana smoothie that is absolutely TO DIE FOR. When I die, I hereby request to be buried with the stuff. Please.

Love,

Waverly