I made a bunch of paper flowers, a wire treble clef and left them in April’s fourh period with a note. I put my name on it as well. At lunch I walked around with my free hugs sign and gave bunches of hugs. Sixth period choir came and it was agony. It seemed as if she was ignoring me and I started to panic, scratching my arm. I thought she hated me. Towards the end of class she started talking to me. When we were walking to the gate after class she said she knew it was me even though she hadn’t read the note yet. It was because of the wire treble clef. She said thank you a few times and I asked why. “just…thank you.” and she gave me hug. I’m still not sure how to react to all of this. I’m so scared. We’ve a week before we see each other again.
I miss her. I’ve texted her but she hasn’t texted me back. I really like this girl. Maybe even love, but I don’t think I’m ready to admit it. Or even think about it. I just can’t stop thinking about her.
She makes me smile.

“you’re better than the best. I’m lucky just to linger in your life. Cooler than the flip side of my pillow, that’s right. Completely unaware. Nothing can compare to where you send let’s me know that it’s ok. Yeah it’s ok in the moments when my good times start to fade.
You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head, spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night.
You make dance like a fool, forget how to breathe, shine like gold, buzz like a bee. Just the thought of you can drive me wild. Oh, you make me smile.
Even when you’re gone. Somehow you come along just like a flower poking through the sidewalk crack. And just like that, you steal away the rain and just like that.
You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head, spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night.
You make dance like a fool, forget how to breathe, shine like gold, buzz like a bee. Just the thought of you can drive me wild. Oh, you make me smile.”

I am April’s fool.
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I like this girl. A lot. Everything she does is amazing and adorable. She has the most amazing eyes and such a beautiful smile. Her voice is just. I can’t even. When she sings it just about breaks my heart. All I ever want do is talk to her, to gaze into her gorgeous eyes, listen to her sing. She likes giraffes and the color black. She’s basically obsessed with tokio hotel and cries when music touches her heart. She’s so beautiful. I can never quite remember her face exactly and it upsets me, but I find a picture of her and a smile appears on my lips. Even more beautiful than I remembered. She makes amazing nonspicy curry. She likes the paper flowers I made her. I wish I could hug her again.
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hi y'all! Sorry I've been absent for a while. How've y'all been?