Tomorrow is Monday and I am thinking about telling Max what happened with the wolf thing.
I want to tell him but on the other hand I don't because I don't want him to think I am some weirdo and crazy and he don't ever want to talk to me again.
Plus how am I suppose to tell him. Just be like "hey on the other day on my birthday I recked because I saw a wolf which ain't suppose to be around these parts and everyone things I'm crazy but oh we'll what do you think?"
Yea NO I don't think so. My life is already screwed up enough. I don't need another person trying to accuses me of being a complete Sysco. But I don't know. I might tell him it just depends on if I am brave tomorrow.
Well I'm going to be and I'm going to think on it.
