My Thoughts

OHMYGOSH

IGOTAHUGFROMSAMANDICANTBREATHEVERYWELLRIGHTNOWANDTHINKINGLOGICALLYHURTSANDKILLSTHEMOODANDIGOTAHUGFROMSAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"I'm laughing,
I'm crying,
It feels like I'm dying."

No, seriously. It does. Dying if happiness. And I am crying, laughing, and rocking a little.💖💟💗💘💙💜💋💓💙💟💝💟💙💟💘💞💞💗💙💞💘

I am about to switch to emojie to be able to speak. Try to understand. Of you can.

The German words and letters look cool, but it says that some words are spelled incorrectly. I don't know anymore. Sam is hot. I want another hug. But let's not get too greedy. Or desperate. Do I sound desperate?

I am not typing in emojie though. Some people aren't as fluent as I am.

So...

Our school had a Veteran's day program. In second period, the people who were going to perform or be in the program/ assembly were called down to the gym. My next class.

I look down, and I smile. I smile, because I knew, Ben would be going in there. A few minutes after the announcement, the bell had rung for class.

I jumped up, and shoved my binder, my pen, calculator, and pencil in my backpack. (This was not math class, despite the calculator. We were doing calculations for science.)

I rush out of the classroom, and I wait just outside the door, for my friend to walk with me. I usually walk her to her class, so this is normal.

She walks up, and we greet. We walk down the hall, talking about how we hate everyone, with a few exceptions.

Mason, a guy we both hate, calls out to us. She flips him off. A teacher sees.

*~*~*~*~*~TIME SKIP TO THE GYM, AFTER SHE HAS GONE~*~*~*~*~*

I smile when I walk in, my small group of friends in this class are clustered together. I bounce up, and trip. I start giggling.

As I sit down next to them I turn and say "I swear I am not high or anything." I look to the opposite side of the gym, the bleachers ahead have some people scattered around, seated on them. I tilt my head to the right, ans then the left, attempting to pop the bones in my neck. (It helps me relieve stress.) It was a success. I start to pop the bones in my hands. Relieving more stress. I look at the bigger group of people across from us, I see some people I actually care about.

Ben, Sam, Tyler, Emmanuel, Nicole. Eww... Matthew. Why am I saying eww? He deleted a LARGE section of a book.I was writing. (Anxiety Alley.)

My smile widened, and I had a brief fangirl moment, which was muffled by the sleeve of my jacket.

I hear a buzzing noise, I look up, the lights in the gym are starting to turn off. I think to myself "What if someone kidnapped my friends, across the room, and replaced them with robots. Robots that are trying to capture- or kill- me?"

I shake my head, to clear my thoughts. One of the ROTC students walks up to a podium. He starts to speak. He talks about the table in front of him, a woman in her ROTC uniform slowly walks. My leg shakes, and my hand shakes. I glance down at them.

"It's gonna be one a those days, huh?" I whisper. ADHD is awful. I hate it, sometimes. Then I see a person who struggles because of it, and then I get emotional and help them. My hand twitches. "Oh, no. It is one of those days. I kind of wish that I could get up and run around." After a few minutes of this kind of thinking, and of looking at Ben, Sam, my leg, and my hand, then lights come back on. I am able to get up.