Ignorance is Bliss

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I wake up to the sound of Wonderland by Taylor Swift. "Flashing lights and we, took a wrong turn and we, fell down a rabbit hole... you held on tight to me..." I cut her off before she finishes, unlocking my iPhone. I sigh and sluggishly sit up. It is still unclear to me why school must start at such and ungodly hour in the morning.


I tap on Instagram and scroll through my feed. Nothing exciting, as usual. Except for one quote. I follow an account that posts cute sayings. Because most of them describe my feelings perfectly. "When I'm with you, hours feel like seconds. When you're gone, days feel like years." This is so true. Any moment with Zach is perfection. But the time we're apart is agony.


I swing my legs over the side of my bed, lift off my sheets, and stand up. I should get ready for school. I sleepily stumble over to my shower and turn on the water. I turn it up all the way. The heat feels so good, and helps me to wake up. I wash my face, hair, and body. I decide to shave my legs. They're getting stubble all over. And that isn't attractive. To anyone.


As I shave, I can't help but think of Zach again. Damn, dude, your eyes. He has the prettiest green eyes. I cannot get over them. And his smile can literally light up the whole town. It's contagious.


I need to stop, though. He'll probably never like me. I've probably been friend zoned. And he's dating Sophi Bates. My nemesis and rival in love. She's beautiful. I'm jealous. She's probably more his level than I am. But her personality is awful. She's such a bitch. He deserves so much better.


And day after day, all I can do is hope that he'll see. See that she's not worth him. Unfortunately, I don't think that day is coming anytime soon.


I turn off the water. I wrap my lavender colored towel around my petite frame, and a similar towel around my hair. I walk over to my sink and pop in my contacts. Next I blow-dry my hair.


Really though. Why do things have to be this way? I wish he liked me. I wish that so bad. And if that wish did ever happen to come true, I'd be beyond happy. I'd never let him go. He'd be mine forever. We'd have a perfect relationship and be that one couple that everyone wishes they could be.


That's unrealistic. If I keep dreaming up things like this, I'm going to be disappointed. I'm setting myself up for a let-down. But I don't care. I want him, and that's really all I know for sure.


 I brush my teeth and head back to my room.


Makeup time. I do my regular makeup. And I French braid my hair to the left. I put on an olive colored sweater, some black leggings, boot socks, and a pair of brown boots. I grab one of my favorite scarves and wrap it around my neck.


Yeah, it's winter. But that doesn't mean a thing to me. That's what Pinterest and Tumblr are for. So you don't have to look like a fricking Eskimo just to stay warm. I grab my favorite coat out of my closet and button it up. I pull the belt on it, cinching my waist.


And I'm ready. I grab my brown leather book bag and walk downstairs. I pick up a granola bar off the counter and head to the front door.


I walk down the sidewalk to my bus stop. I'm a few minutes early as usual.


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⏰ Last updated: Jun 12, 2015 ⏰

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