Dear Diary,

I'm on the plane to China.

And, I told Will I like him.

My fantasy was made a reality.

He kissed me.

I swear, he kissed me.

The one thing I can't believe,

Is when he called me,

That day I ran from him,

Was the day he wanted to ask me out.

I'll never see him again.

I hate him for being so missable.

What's wrong with me?

Love,

Rosie >:,(