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Hi. My name is Gangle! (≧∀≦)
𖹭 Welcome to my diary! 𖹭
This is my first diary in many years… I think the last one was in middle school. (°ー°〃)
I bought this one at a small shop downtown. I really needed to talk about my feelings! (＞︿＜)
Well, I've developed a crush on this person… Their name is 𖹭 Zooble 𖹭. They're a year younger than me, but oh my, they're SO smart! And very stylish too!
It started slowly. I always saw her around, you know? It's impossible not to notice. They have cool piercings and look gorgeous in the boys' uniform, she exudes so much confidence! Her eyes are so bright that I wonder if I could see my reflection in them. (,,>﹏<,,)
Everyone looks for them when they need advice. They ALWAYS know what to say! They're so kind! So selfless! A person of so many admirable qualities!
But then, something really made Zooble become more than just a hallway crush…
I participated in an event at school. An art competition! I love drawing. One day, I want to make my own manga-style webcomic!
The work needed to have some emotion as its main theme. I chose joy! The joy of making art! The joy of watching anime! The joy of the sun's breeze! The joy of a smile!
However, nobody liked it. People don't care about my happy feelings. People don't like to see me happy. People don't like me. I displayed all my talent, all my passion, but who won? Those who chose negative emotions!
Loneliness in first place; in second, grief; and in third, anger.
ANGER is what that podium made me feel. I didn't even get fourth place! I only got an "honorable mention"! I worked hard for weeks, WEEKS! I poured my whole heart into my art, but all I got was a slap in the face from all my schoolmates. All I got was humiliation, as if I deserved it.
I got so upset, so ENRAGED that upon seeing that podium, I left the auditorium! I left and went to the back of the school, next to the trash can, because that's how I felt like: TRASH.
I started to cry. Crying, crying, crying and crying! (┬┬﹏┬┬)
I don't even know for how long. I stayed there, alone, until I heard footsteps… I was so scared that I didn't even lift my face to look. But then, she crouched down in front of me.
— Hey… What are you doing, crying here alone? Is it because of the competition?
It was ZOOBLE. They spoke to me so kindly. I've never seen anyone look at me like that. I've never felt my heart pounding like that, my face burning! But I was so embarassed that I lowered my head again and said:
— Yeah… I know nobody likes me nor my drawings!
They put their hand on my SHOULDER. (≧□≦)
— Don't say that. Your name is Gangle, right?
I could only shake my head.
— I really liked your drawing. You shouldn't think of yourself like that. I could see all the care and effort you put into each stroke. Between you and me… I think yours definitely deserved to be on the podium.
I was SPEECHLESS! ⚆_⚆
— You… You think so?!
— Obviously! Your art really is special. I loved it.
I started thinking about the fact that I must have looked really ugly with my face all smeared with tears (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ), so I decided to dry my face a little with the sleeve of my uniform.
— No one has ever said anything like that to me before…
— Really? Not even your friends?
— I… I don't have friends…
They looked at me with care, but not with pity. I didn't feel pathetic at all. SHE looked at ME with EMPATHY.
— Now you do.
They slowly stood up and gave me her hand.
— Come on, get up. You're too cute to be sat here next to the trash.
I took their hand and she helped me up! (>/////<)
— Thank you… This means a lot to me.
— You don't need to thank me. You can always come to me whenever you need advice, someone to talk to… Or if you want to show me more of your drawings. I would love to see them.
— Of course! I… I'm so happy about that..!
I started crying again (＞﹏＜)
And they asked me:
— Do you want a hug?
— YES!
And we HUGGED. I could smell their perfume. And men's deodorant too, definitely… I really wanted to find out which they were so I could always feel their smell!
With all of this, I knew:
I need them.
They have to be mine, no matter what I have to do!
But someone is trying to take her away from me
and I'm not going to let that happen.