Last names have been removed to protect the innocent, but otherwise this is verbatim from my diary when I was 12:
"Yo went on this inglesa-retreat thing from viernes to hoy (domingo). At el retreat, Yo no se why, Yo stopped gusta-ing Antonio y started gustar Julio. Last noche y this morning, miro up y Julio would be mira-ing at me."
No idea why I was writing in both (very bad) Spanish and English, or why I called these guys by made-up Spanish names. Sadly, nothing ever came of my liking of either of them. Except that reading about it now is funny, of course.
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