
Two days later, I wrote this:

I hate to ruin the suspense, but I don't think Greg is ever mentioned again in future entries. I guess "no" really meant "no"!
Saturday, February 7, 2009Sometimes no means yes?
After not writing at all for over a year, a new crush was important enough to get me journaling again. This was written in the beginning of third grade when I was eight years old.
![]() Two days later, I wrote this: ![]() I hate to ruin the suspense, but I don't think Greg is ever mentioned again in future entries. I guess "no" really meant "no"!
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hahahahahahahaha OMG THAT IS PRICELESSSSSSS
so wise you were . . . and yet so young
my diaries from youth are no where near that exciting. i don't even think i knew boys existed outside of the concept of my little brother until about 7th grade.
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