December has been surprisingly good this far. It's been two days, I know, but still.
He stood behind me in line to the school cafeteria again. Just like the first time, I didn't do anything about it. I just listened to him talk to his friends, laugh with his friends, do whatever with his friends.
But this time was special.
I caught him several times looking at me. Maybe because I was right in front of him, duh, but I don't know. I hope I wasn't staring for too long.
It's funny how I'm ready to give up everything to be good to him.
So I made this decision. All by myself. If he ends up behind me in line ever again in the near future, I'm going to introduce myself to him. Might seem weird, but if that happens three times in a row it must be some kind of sign, right? Or what do you think?
I don't know. I've never been into someone before.
How am I supposed to know?
Honestly.
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Roman pour AdolescentsIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.
