I’m on student council next year! 　

I’m sorry that I’m not in any mood to write tonight. I’m slightly sad because of a boy and I know that I shouldn’t be but tonight, I’m going to be sad. And tomorrow, I will write. 

I’ve already started exercising again and now I will start running in the mornings as well. I’m going to put even more effort into school and feel accomplished. I’ll continue with the hobbies and activities that I’ve been pushing aside lately. I’ve already begun to start liking myself better bit by bit and someday, I’ll stop having moments when I despise who I am as a person all together. And I won’t ever feel sad just because a boy doesn’t like me. 

It had startled her to realised how deep his voice had become. She could still remember when it had been higher and belonged to a face with a jawline less masculine and a boy so much shorter. But there he was, a boy she had to look upward at in order to look into his eyes. A boy with veins visible when he moved his lean arms a certain way. A boy who had outgrown her memory. And it was strange. It was strange to see how different he had become, and she wondered how different she had become during those years of silence. Although when he spoke, it was like nothing had changed. Those years never happened. Despite how part of her mind yearned for that to be the truth, she knew that she had become someone just as different as he. 

I think falling in love would be kind of nice right now.