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Well, I have a new neighbor…

I can assure you that even you, my totally inanimate journal would be able to guess who this new neighbor is based upon my entries. It is almost cliche.

He still does not speak to me, nor does he seem to speak to anyone else for that matter. How odd to live your life without expressing yourself at all.

His features are truly flawless, even I must admit this as disturbing as his presence may be for me. Not a single scar or imperfection to be seen. It was as though his skin was made of, well I don’t even know what. Nothing is that smooth and perfect, not even diamonds.  Every bit of him was sculpted, mature, but still maintaining a certain innocence. One of those faces you could never imagine doing any wrong.  

I suppose I am beginning to sound closer to what a normal 17 year old girl would write, but only beginning. It’s not quite “oh he’s so cute,” but it’ll do for now its not a crush it is very different.