07/12/2009

SHE WROTE IN MY DIARY!!!

I can’t believe it! Not only did someone read my diary but that person actually wrote in it. I don’t know if it’s better or worse that she’s a girl! I’ve got no clue what to feel! Should I feel proud about having impressed a stranger or something? Or should I be feeling violated? I’m so confused right now!

And what the hell was she going on and on about? She wants to talk? Like talk through my diary? Who does she think she is? And what does she think my diary is, a forum or a chat room? She should be crazy right? I mean, how can I show her something so personal as my thoughts? More importantly, how can I show her my diary when I’m writing about her?

Umm… So what should I do? Should I keep the diary in the locker or keep it locked up back at home? It does feel good to have your voice heard for a change but I’m not sure she’d appreciate how I just wrote her off as crazy. And I’ve got no clue what I should be doing to make it a conversation.

Should I like change my writing style that is kind of like speaking to myself and instead make it like a real conversation with her? Maybe I should just copy the way she did it. How hard can it be right? It’s just like talking to another person on the internet right? Sure is worth a try so here goes…

Hey!

I’m not really sure if I’m doing this right or not but then again, I’ve never done this before so forgive me for any shortcomings alright. Yeah, you got me. I’m James Mathew. It’s nice to meet you too. And sorry for the lines before. You know, calling you crazy and stuff. But you’ve got to admit, I wasn’t really given a choice in the matter.

Like seriously, what would you do if a guy (well in your case it should be a guy right?) just randomly gets hold of your personal diary, reads it and then follows you around campus and stuff? I’m sure you’d be having a can of pepper spray ready and you’ll just blast it away as soon as the guy comes up to you right?

Don’t worry, I’m not carrying pepper spray cans in my bags just because you followed me. But I have to say, I was like shit shocked when I saw the entry you made. Not to mention I was surprised to begin with when I found the diary back in my locker when I didn’t even know where I lost it. Where did you find it anyway?

I remember that I had it on me during the break on the 25th only to realize it was gone when I went to my locker to get the books for my next class. I had almost given up on it too. I’m really glad you found it. I guess I should be thanking you too. Well… That is one of the reasons I thought I should write back to you. Consider it a thank you gift.

I’m not really sure if you’d be enjoying reading my one sided views about you based on the limited information I could attain. Oh by the way, thanks for the clue. It took me a few seconds to figure out what you were talking about but I finally got it. You’re not in my group. That kind of narrows it down. It tells me you and I haven’t met face to face yet which is kind of a relief too.

By the way, thanks again for returning the diary. I’m not sure what it is but I just can’t seem to be able to write what I feel in anything else except for this notebook here. I guess it’s kind of like my biography or something. It’s weird that there’s an entry by an unknown person here but then again, it sure spiced things up.

I read your poem time and time again. It was beautiful. It rhymed pretty well and I could really get it that you thought very highly of the way I think things because you compared them to the rose bud in the poem. I’m not sure I could’ve done such a good job myself. It was like short and it really hit the spot. I read somewhere that poetry is “the best of words in the best of order of arrangement” and I believe yours was the closest to it, or at least by my judgment.

Umm… What else should I write? Hmm… I’m sorry, I’m like totally new to this so I don’t know what I should write. I’ve held conversations before but not with people that were interested in listening. They would talk and I would listen, more or less. This sure is my first.

That said, I’m sure the entry you wrote in my diary was your first too right? Unless you like, stalk boys who carry around diaries and wait for those diaries to fall off somewhere to pick it up and write in them. You aren’t like that are you? Just kidding.

I’m sure you aren’t. Anyway, I’m thinking I will put this diary into the locker. I would definitely want to know what you have to say. Besides, it’s the first time I’m having a real conversation partner even if it’s through the medium of really long one sided entries.

That reminds me, because you had my diary I couldn’t write any poems or stories or even what I had to go through. You should thank your stars lady because you sure had them on your side. I didn’t feel like writing at all. The only reason I felt like writing again was because you just wrote in the diary and I was like what the…

Like I said, didn’t know what to think or feel. Oh and your nervous talk is just as amusing as me cross dressing due to my situation with Brian. Yeah, you don’t get off that easy. I’m not a saint! Rather, I guess you could call me the devil when it comes to revenge.

So you’ll be stealing my diary again next month, right? Well I’m not sure if I’ll be inspired or anything in between or not so I’ll just throw the diary in along with the books tomorrow itself. Feel free to sneak it out whenever. I’ll just write in it again if I found it next week. Not really a big deal. Thanks again for returning it and talk to you soon. Well… I hope.