Dear Diary,
I met a boy today... He's sweet, he's handsome, his brown hair and red beard make me all tingly in my naughty bits... I love the way his earrings dangle gently from his ears, I love the way his mohawk stands up like and erect monument, but I especially love his deep brown eyes that make me feel like if I stare into them for too long then I will be carried off forever, never to return to reality... But alas, he will never talk to me. Every time I see him, he just mocks and mimics me, always making me want him that much more. I think he really wants me too, because I see him everywhere I go... in the windows of all the shops I