Risky
You know, I’ve really struggled with whether to post this or not. Because I’m not trying to start anything, I just really want to get some stuff off my chest. The first and main thing is that TODAY SUCKED JUICEBOX. Like, seriously. IDK maybe you were fine, but I really wasn’t. This is going to sound sad and pathetic but I cried third period. I really did. And I was awful the whole day. Until I finally talked to you after fifth. Maybe that’s something you really didn’t want to know, but I felt like saying it.
What about you? Were you okay? Everytime I saw you you seemed happy. And I’m glad you were, even though it felt like someone took a baseball bat to my stomach. I just mainly felt unwanted. Which may or may not have been true.
I can try again tomorrow though. If you want me to I can try again. Or we could just talk at break or something. and maybe on the way to sixth. and that’s it. after school you can pretend I don’t exist. I just have this feeling that if we make it the whole week when we finally talk on Thursday it’ll be awkward. Like we’re not best friends anymore. And that scares me. Terrifies me. Not being your friend is the last thing I want because I’ll know that it was my fault. I mean, you promised you wouldn’t leave, but…
Well, anyway, I hope posting this wasn’t a bad idea. I guess we’ll see won’t we?
xoxo
