Okay, I'm going crazed. Now I try to talk to Michael every second of the day. I'm taking advantage of this seating. But I think he likes this girl named Sophie, who's pretty nice most of the time. He was doing flashcards with Michael, and flirting with him when we were playing Bingo. I memorized his Jerseys. The color of his braces. His address. His mom's email. His dad's email. I bet that bitch, Sophie, doesn't know that much about him, huh?
I really need to find someone else. Like, honestly. These thoughts are strangling in my mind, therefore not letting me think properly, and I have about gajillion thoughts in my head, the stupidest ones, about Michael.
I realized every time I hang out with him more, I make myself look more stupid.. so why bother?
Maybe if I was like prettier like Sophie he would like me.
I really need to find someone else. Like, honestly. These thoughts are strangling in my mind, therefore not letting me think properly, and I have about gajillion thoughts in my head, the stupidest ones, about Michael.
I realized every time I hang out with him more, I make myself look more stupid.. so why bother?
Maybe if I was like prettier like Sophie he would like me.
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