I Won't Cross These Streets Until You Hold My Hand

Authors note

Hi! Sorry for the really late update. My mom was convinced I need to get out more. So I did. Well, yeah so this fic is sasusaku. It's like about Sakura and other characters in modern day suburbia…it's in diary format and stuff so please read! It's based on a true story…It's practically non-fiction.

Sakura's P.O.V

Dear Johnny Depp,
Therapy is gay and not in the happy way. I have decided this today. Mainly, because I have to write in this "therapy journal" every day, yeah, writing to you, you smexy mofo without actually writing to you. It's lame. A Therapy journal is a fancy word for a diary; you know how I feel about diaries! They are stupid pieces of paper bound together so anorexic blonde people can record all their miseries like "Mary didn't like my skirt today" or "I couldn't throw-up today and I think I officially weigh two pounds". Jeez, and as if this day couldn't get better the skanks (Brie, Brittany, Brianna, and Ino) have discovered I am alive and have recruited to be apart of their army of whores. This is fantastic! Not only do I go to therapy and I have naturally pink hair and green eyes and am somehow pure Japanese but now I'm a skank of the lowest degree. All I need to do to make this complete is to use a suspicious amount of self-tanner and go around saying "suki suki five dalla". It's just a matter of time before we all start getting manicures and shopping for thongs together. So now they have invited me to their party. I believe this is some kind of test to see if you can dry hump enough guys while you are there, dancing to see if are slutty enough for them. I blame the pink hair.