Text #124. 

May 2, 10:42 am.

A couple of minutes ago I saw library boy at the library. He had a notebook with him and a guitar beside him. I hid behind a bookshelf so he couldn't see me. I finally had a closer look of his face and I just have to say, holy cows. Damn, his eyes. I mean, they are different. Like, one of them is brown and the other one is green. I swear to God that I have never seen eyes like those ones. I caught myself kind of ogling. I was still peeking at him when he got his guitar from the table. The library was pretty empty and there was no one there, except me and him. He started playing it. The sound was amazing, literally. He then started humming to the melody and singing. His voice was in between Luke Hemmings and Jack Gilinsky. It wasn't soft, nor rough, but something that I can't quite put into words. He was singing Hey Jude by the Beatles. I was so into his voice and his music that accidentally I dropped some books from the shelf to the floor. Suddenly, he stopped singing and looked around suspiciously. My eyes widened and I tried to run away from there. Silently, I crept away from there, and just as I was about to walk out of the library, I couldn't resist my urge to look back at him. And from the corner of my eye, I saw that he was still there, with a small smile crept to his lips and staring at me.

Text #125.

May 3, 10:47 am.

Today mom yelled at me. My grades came and I tried to convince her that they hadn't, but she went through my stuff and found it. She started yelling and saying that my grades were horrible and that I needed to improve. She told me that I needed to work my best and that I wasn't trying enough. We ended up yelling at each other, even if it was never in my plans. That always happens between us. It takes only some words, a futile situation or even an unwashed plate for us to fight. So I'm in my room, with the music turned up at its highest volume and I intend to keep it that way until I can't feel a single fucking thing. I just need to get away from here for a while. I need to start all over. You don't know how hard it has been without you these past months.

Team #126.

May 4, 11:28 pm.

Have you ever heard that saying that says: "out of sight, out of mind"?
Yeah, well, it's all bullshit. Personally, I have never heard such inaccurate words. Just because you don't see something, it doesn't mean that it isn't there. It doesn't mean that you stop thinking about it. I barely see you, but that doesn't stop me from thinking about you the whole fucking time.