He was still in the class, and I asked the teacher when the questions were due, and she said it in this really long and confusing way, and she was like “And it’ll be due the day after the chart is due, which is the day after” (I just didn’t grasp it when she said it) and he was like “monday.” And she was like “yes, due monday” And I was all like “thanks!”
WE’RE GOING TO GET MARRIED OK. HE HALF ANSWERED MY QUESTION, EVEN IF HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN ANSWERING THE TEACHER. I DON’T REALLY KNOW, BUT HE ACKNOWLEDGES ME BREATHING AND LIVING.
I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m stupid, and have some sort of mental problems, and that I’m just super duper weird. BUT THATS OK BECAUSE I’LL MAKE HIM CHANGE HIS MIND, AND HE WILL SEE THAT I’M REALLY NOT THAT WEIRD AND STUPID. OR HE’LL JUST ACCEPT AND LOVE IT.
Oh and then there was the time he handed my quiz back, and he was really cute, and he looked at me with this look on his perfect, beautiful face, and he was all like “Meagan?” And I was like “YES!” And I made this weird face because I thought I failed my quiz, and I didn’t want to see it. So I kinda ruined the moment by making a face………………………………………………………..
I’m such a fangirl. Oh gosh.
It’s really bad.
It’s really gotten worse over the past year.
I had a panic attack in biology today because I had to test my lung capacity in front of the class.
It’s really starting to show though, being nervous.
I try and walk so lightly, and quickly. It makes me walk weird.
I hunch my shoulders like I’m trying to protect myself.
I pull my uniform over my hands, and play with it.
It’s getting kind of hard.
I hate it so much.
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Preparing to have childhood ruined.
I adore him so much.
He makes me laugh.
I realize I can never come back.
I realize that.
But I made my choice, and so did you.
This time I know it’s gone. This is gone. It’s all gone.
But I don’t regret it.
Your friendships were beautiful. They helped me, and nurtured me, and helped me to become who I am today. So I’ll always remember that.
I’ll remember all of you.
But you were already gone before this decision. You guys were gone long before.
It’s a beautiful feeling knowing that I can’t go back.
I can’t explain it, but it’s this feeling in my gut.