Dear Diary,

I went to school anyway. I kept my head down all day and everywhere I went.

And I still saw the popular boy. We looked at each other for a brief moment before I scurried off to class.

He didn't bother me that day at all, although I could feel him staring at me when I'm not watching. And I squirmed every time I felt his eyes burning holes at my head.

Sincerely, broken girl