A week has passed, the first week back at school and everything went surprisingly well. I've pushed them from my life now and I'm happy about it. I'm no longer questioning whether or not it was the right thing to do because now I know that it was. I'd talk to them on the first day, but it was only about where my mother was. After I left the school I felt relief and for the rest of the week I was at my full happiness.
It was meant to be, me pushing them away. I sensed the silent hatred they had towards me and it wasn't that that made me upset. It was the fact that no one would tell me that they didn't particularly like me anymore. But I've moved on.
I have better friends who are both pansexual and are two of the nicest people I have ever known. I love them both so much and I'm glad to have them!
So, so far my new term at school has been great. I'm happy 24/7 and I'm glad, but it still doesn't feel completely right. I'm not completely comfortable with this excessive happiness. But for now I'll leave it be haha.
Not all things are meant to be. Some things were just experiments. Not exactly failed, but now completely useless. The ingredients no longer made a happy potion or something of the other. So I needed new ingredients AKA brilliant friends who keep me happy ^^
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Is It Meant To Be?
Teen FictionA girl is cast to the side, more ore less by her own choice. She wants to venture through the lonely life. It's a chance she's willing to take.
