WHY, FRIGGEN, WHY!?
OMG.
OH. MY. FRIGGEN. GOSH.
WHY PRETTY BOY!? WHY?!?!?!??!?!?
I can't believe it! He told his friends that I like him! So now whenever I face him with his friends, THEY ALL STARE AT ME. INCLUDING HIM. (And then obviously break off the eye contact when I turn away embarrassed).
I'M AN IDIOT!
IDIOT.
IDIOT.
IDIOT!
WHY COULDN'T YOU KEEP IT TO YOURSELF, PRETTY BOY!? WHYYYYYYY!? WHYYYYYYYYY!?
(And if you're wondering how he found out that I like him,
well one day I asked my friend who's also friends with Pretty Boy to ask him what he thinks of me...
Friend: Hey, Pretty Boy!
Pretty Boy: Uh.. hi.
Friend: So you know Ami right?
Pretty Boy: Who?
We aren't in the same class anymore this year... T_T
Friend: You know, black hair, Asian..
Prretty Boy: Oh yeah, she was in my class last year.
Friend: Yeah! Have you guys hang out recently?
Pretty Boy: Not really...
Friend: I see. What do you think of her?
Pretty Boy: Does she like me... or something?
FRIGGEN COMPLETELY AVOIDING THE QUESTION HERE!
Friend: Well.. er.. KINDA...
Pretty Boy: Oh, okay. [runs to his bus when they both go to the same bus o_o]
This took place two weeks ago-ish btw.)
ARGH! I'M SO EMBARRASSED! I SHOULD NEVER HAVE TOLD HIM I LIKED HIM!
MAN! THEN HE WOULDN'T STARE AT ME! (Although at least it's better than them glaring or something you know? Just an 'in your face' look... BUT STILL!) AHHHHH!!
TOTALLY RUINED THIS AWESOME ENTRY I WAS GOING TO TYPE OF WHERE I'M PLANNING TO GET MY HAIR THINNED AND LAYERED WITH BLUE HIGHLIGHTS, HOW THIS FREAK OF A GIRL KEPT CALLING LIKE X AMOUNT OF TIMES CLAIMING SHE'S MY LITTLE BROTHER'S BOYFRIEND, AND HOW MY PARENTS WENT GAMBLING DURING EASTER.
LIKE, SERIOUSLY.
*continuously bashes head on desk
I'M SO TRYING TO GET A CONCUSSION BY THE WAY.
EVEN IF IT MEANS NOT REMEMBERING PRETTY BOY!
AHHHHHHH.
BAM.
BAM.
BAM.
OH. MY. FRIGGEN. GOSH.
WHY PRETTY BOY!? WHY?!?!?!??!?!?
I can't believe it! He told his friends that I like him! So now whenever I face him with his friends, THEY ALL STARE AT ME. INCLUDING HIM. (And then obviously break off the eye contact when I turn away embarrassed).
I'M AN IDIOT!
IDIOT.
IDIOT.
IDIOT!
WHY COULDN'T YOU KEEP IT TO YOURSELF, PRETTY BOY!? WHYYYYYYY!? WHYYYYYYYYY!?
(And if you're wondering how he found out that I like him,
well one day I asked my friend who's also friends with Pretty Boy to ask him what he thinks of me...
Friend: Hey, Pretty Boy!
Pretty Boy: Uh.. hi.
Friend: So you know Ami right?
Pretty Boy: Who?
We aren't in the same class anymore this year... T_T
Friend: You know, black hair, Asian..
Prretty Boy: Oh yeah, she was in my class last year.
Friend: Yeah! Have you guys hang out recently?
Pretty Boy: Not really...
Friend: I see. What do you think of her?
Pretty Boy: Does she like me... or something?
FRIGGEN COMPLETELY AVOIDING THE QUESTION HERE!
Friend: Well.. er.. KINDA...
Pretty Boy: Oh, okay. [runs to his bus when they both go to the same bus o_o]
This took place two weeks ago-ish btw.)
ARGH! I'M SO EMBARRASSED! I SHOULD NEVER HAVE TOLD HIM I LIKED HIM!
MAN! THEN HE WOULDN'T STARE AT ME! (Although at least it's better than them glaring or something you know? Just an 'in your face' look... BUT STILL!) AHHHHH!!
TOTALLY RUINED THIS AWESOME ENTRY I WAS GOING TO TYPE OF WHERE I'M PLANNING TO GET MY HAIR THINNED AND LAYERED WITH BLUE HIGHLIGHTS, HOW THIS FREAK OF A GIRL KEPT CALLING LIKE X AMOUNT OF TIMES CLAIMING SHE'S MY LITTLE BROTHER'S BOYFRIEND, AND HOW MY PARENTS WENT GAMBLING DURING EASTER.
LIKE, SERIOUSLY.
*continuously bashes head on desk
I'M SO TRYING TO GET A CONCUSSION BY THE WAY.
EVEN IF IT MEANS NOT REMEMBERING PRETTY BOY!
AHHHHHHH.
BAM.
BAM.
BAM.