Dib's -Keep Out-

January 4th, 2016
Day 1827 since Zim arrived.
2:30 PM

It's average. Normal now.

Running about my quiet neighborhood, trecking through this stupid, nameless town with my nemesis.

We throw punches and laugh.

Kick and scream insults. Afterwards we walk around, hands in pockets just talking.

Nothing important mind you, but just stuff we both feel.
Abused. Abandoned.

Sometimes he'll speak of Irk. It sounds beautiful.

I'll tell him about my mom. He didn't laugh when I cried. Not saying he comforted me either. But it's something new.

We'll debate about religion, the afterlife, politics, and of course it always comes back to the fate of Earth.

By no means are we friends.

So many problems still exist. But maybe one day…
I can look at him and not feel like I'm looking at a bomb just waiting to explode.

Maybe one day I won't feel him watching me with suspicion in those mauve eyes.
Maybe.

Or maybe not.


January 10th, 2016
Day 1833 since Zim's arrival.
3:45 PM

I wish he would stop giving me these looks.

Hate has become something that used to be.

Now he just watches me intently. As I walk. As I eat. When I slack off in class. When I'm speaking to anyone he clenches his hands, gloves squeaking so loud I hear it across the room.

I can't decide if it's creepy or…addictive.

To have his big, big eyes always on me. Oh god. It's not like that. I swear. But, it sounds so gay. He's my enemy.

I'm already weird. That wouldn't help things for me. Besides I don't like guys.

I don't like anyone.

No one likes me either so I guess it a mutual kind of thing.