I'm actually extremely late typing this, because this happened almost three weeks ago.
I haven't had time to blog or much lately--finals week is next week (!) and after that, I'll be done with my freshman year of high school! :D
So I've been studying studying studying studying studying. I've already taken my physics final--that's over and done with, thank goodness! I'm taking my Spanish final in class tomorrow, and I've already taken half of it today. All that's left is History, Math, and English...three of the subjects I struggle most with =\
Anyways. I'm getting off track. What was I saying again?
Oh yeah. My life is mortifying.
So I liked this boy. We are good friends. Then finally I got up the courage to tell him "Hey. I like you."
You know what he did?
He didn't take me seriously.
In fact, you could say he laughed at me, kind of. He thought I was joking and making it all up just to screw around with his brain, and no matter how much I tried, he WOULDN'T. BELIEVE. ME.
I haven't bothered mentioning it to him because...well...I don't know. It's almost the end of school, anyway. It's just a waste of time, right? I may as well not even bother.
Yeah, I'll keep telling myself that.
And maybe, just maybe...I'll start believe it.
But...probably not.
God, I'm so naive.
I'm sorry if you're reading this and you're bored. My life is boring.
Gah.
Dueces!
--Ivers
