So. There's this girl on my bus and she k i n d a looked like my friend. So I was like, "Friend-Double-ganger!" And I took a "secret photo" of her.
Fake code word: secret.
That was all freshmen year. ^^^ Thought I'd never see her again.
Come sophomore year. SHE'S ON MY BUS.
HOME AND BACK. SHE'S THERE.
And I was like "chill chill, maybe she doesn't remember."
But she stares. She stares. She stares at me. ME.
sHE FUCKIN KNOWS. WHAT DO I DO?
Or she's noticed my liking in being weird and weeaboo trash.*shrugs*
BUT I THINK SHE KNOWS.
Anyway. We haven't said w o r d. To each other. Just. Quick glances at each other and quickly looking away. I honestly think she's freaked out by me because t he person on her bus. Is t h ere and they st are at you. And it's t he s ame p e r s o n. Who probably took your picture. And sTILL HAS IT.
This is is the only the third day of school. And there's 362 days left of riding on the Twinkie on wheels.
It will and always will be an awkward ride.
FAUK.
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De TodoSo this is mainly an admin book. Where I put my thoughts, personal life, rants, (memes), and more I'm sure of. A public, cringe worthy, dairy and way to connect with very few. But I also like staying a mystery tho,,, shrugs. A book about me and my s...
