Dear Journal,
Hoo boy. I am in TROUBLE.
Like, in more trouble than the time Mac caught me going through his phone. And texting Fluttershy pretending to be him.
...I still think it was funny.
But oh MAN I am in it now.
I like Rarity.
I mean, I've always LIKED Rarity. She's my best friend and everything. But I think I LIKE LIKE her, and that's not GOOD.
Damn it all, my first real-life crush on a girl and it's my doggone best friend since kindergarten. Ain't that a kick in the teeth?
Just gonna have to bury it, though. Rarity's the most boy-crazy girl I ever did meet.
...but maybe she just hasn't met the right
Nope, can't think like that. Even if Rarity somehow DID decide trying to bat for the other team, it'd never work between us. Heck, I don't think I'd want it to. Imagine if we started dating and we broke up and couldn't be friends anymore? I couldn't possibly risk something like that.
...but what if it was worth the ris
Consarnit, girl; get your head on straight. There's plenty of girls out there. How pathetic would I have to be to fall for the one closest at hand? Even if she smells nice.
And she's super soft.
And her legs go all the wa
Alright. Ending this now. Over and done with. Me and Rarity = NEVER HAPPENING.
Good-night, journal.
Oh! Almost forgot today's quote from that dumb calendar Apple Bloom got me. Let's see.
"Love is friendship that has caught fire."
...
shit.