It’s 11:11 and I start to wish for what I always wish for, a boyfriend. It’s not that I’m like boy obsessed or boy crazy but it would be nice to have a shoulder to rest my head on or a hand to hold. And any boy would do. It’s not like I’m being picky unless hes really opposite of me or just not my type.

The school years almost over. Summers just around the corner and this is gonna be my summer of love. This year I will find the perfect boy and make him mine even if it kills me!