"Sugar and Spice mixed with nothing nice."

Such an odd first entry.

"God, the first day already. It'd hard enough turning eighteen today, but the irony is just multiplied by the fact that I'll be entering hell."

Ah, irony has a wicked sense of timing.

"I just hope I'll see her again."

My curiosity has been peaked...

"I wonder if she cut her hair, has she grown? Maybe she's died her hair, or perhaps she's been hurt. I do hope she'll be okay."

This "her" sure sounds important.

"I wonder if this will be the day. Today.. Today has so many possibilities. So many! I just hope that she will be in them."

Wow... I wish she thought about me like she thinks about this "her". I don't even remember the number of years I've loved her.