…Or extremely jealous. & Really great actress.
So. In PE today, the dude I like talked to this girl for at least 15 minutes. And for some reason I got really mad. But I was still smiling and laughing. It was fake. I was furious. & I don’t know why. But Okay, at the same time I do. If that makes sense. I guess I was mostly jealous of the attention he was giving her. Smh. I hate this. I wish I didn’t like him to be honest. It’d make life that much easier. Oh wells. The best part is, I was goofing off with my friends & they never noticed my mood swing, nbd.
& Then later that day in English, the dude & I were messing around & he had a tack in his hand. So naturally he was jokingly trying to stab me with it. Of course being the fucking idiot I am I freaked & kicked him. In the balls. I feel like a fucktard. That’s just me. & Then during class he turned around (he sits diagonally in front of me) & said before the next class he was going to go into the bathroom into a stall to check on his 2 friends. I almost died laughing. After school he came up to me in a serious voice and said he had to go to the hospital to get his “friends” checked out. I freaked. Again. & felt uber bad. So as he ran away. Yes, He ran down the hall. I naturally chased after him yelling “Legit?” People stared. It was kinda funny. & then I gave up & went back to my locker. He came back and said “I’m just kidding.” Before I could turn around and slap him (If you haven’t noticed, we have a very unique relationship atm. Hitting, pushing, kicking, biting, slapping, shoving. Ect.) …but before I could turn around & slap him he darted down the halls. Again. I sighed. -_-
Anyway. I guess that was my rant. Yups. That was my day.