Well, last night didn’t end how I wanted it. But maybe that is good.
I’ll be gone for two weeks. Hopefully I come back with a clear mind. I’m just really tired.
Reminiscing on the first time I had dinner with guy: I was already having dinner with a friend when he texted me to go out, and not wanting to say no, I went and tried my best to eat the second dinner. I failed. I ate like 1 of the 4 chicken tenders that I got and only a couple fries. Hahahahahaha.
I just hope he’s not taking advantage of my kindness because he knows I will help him *especially* because I like him.
I’m so sad. He’s graduating and I haven’t told him how I feel and I probably never will and I just want to vomit because I’m feeling this anxiety over his impending departure and I just want to cry.
I’m causing this on myself. I’m so tired of liking someone. I’m allowing him to affect me this way.
The year is 2540, a student in history class notices something off about his textbook. “How come these textbooks skip the years 1990 through 1999?” The teacher puts his air-marker down on the table, lowers his head, and sighs. “Because…” he lifts his head, a single tear rolls down his cheek, “… only 90’s kids remember the 90’s”
Why did I think it was an alright idea to leave a 15 question take home test on families in society for the night before it is due (9:30 tomorrow morning ugh)?