Entry #4

Dear Diary,

Oh my gosh, you won’t believe the drama that’s happening in my life right now! So, there’s this totally dreamy teacher in my acting class, and I can’t help but feel, like, all fluttery and stuff when he’s around. I know, I know, it sounds like something out of a teen movie, but Diary, it’s real!

Mr. Dreamboat, as I secretly call him in my head, is like, the coolest. He knows everything about acting, and when he talks, it’s like magic words that make me want to be the best actress ever. Plus, he’s so handsome, Diary! Like, movie star handsome. His smile could probably light up the whole city, seriously.

Today in class, he was explaining this super intense monologue thing, and I was hanging onto every word. I tried to focus on the acting tips, but my mind kept drifting into daydream land. I even doodled a little heart next to his name in my notebook. Don’t judge me, Diary, it just happened!

Whenever Mr. Dreamboat complimented someone’s performance, I couldn’t help but wish he’d notice me too. I mean, how amazing would it be to have him say, “Wawchan, you’re a natural!” Cue the heart eyes and confetti, right?

But here’s the super awkward part, Diary. After class, I accidentally bumped into him, and I was, like, all blushy and flustered. I probably sounded like a mix between a squeaky toy and a bumbling fool. He just smiled and said it happens all the time, but Diary, I felt like a total goofball.

I’m torn between thinking this crush is super cute and worrying that it’s distracting me from my acting dreams. I mean, I’m here to become a superstar, not to daydream about my teacher, right?

Anyway, I’m not sure how to navigate this crush thing, but I’ll figure it out. Maybe I’ll just focus on perfecting my monologue and hope Mr. Dreamboat sees the talent beneath the heart doodles.

Later that night, after I got back to my apartment, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I found myself lying on Fluffington, my fingers tracing the outline of his name in my notebook. I closed my eyes and imagined him standing in front of me, his eyes filled with admiration as he watched me perform.

My heart raced, and I could feel a warmth spreading through me. Before I knew it, my hand had slipped under my shirt, my fingers gently caressing my skin. I let out a soft sigh, imagining it was him touching me, his hands exploring every inch of my body. The sensation was electric, and I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to more intimate thoughts. I pictured his lips on mine, his breath hot against my skin, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. It was a moment of pure fantasy, and I lost myself in the sensation, my body responding to every touch, every imagined caress.

I know it’s just a crush, Diary, but it feels so real and intense. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if he ever noticed me the way I notice him. Would he see the real me, or would he just see another student with a crush? Only time will tell, but for now, I’ll keep dreaming and hoping that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way.

Lights, camera, crush-induced chaos,

Wawchan