you guessed it.
okay, let's start before school. I was walking through bs's first-hour class to go fill up my water bottle and my friend that I don't see a lot, we'll call her A, was standing in there. She knows about my crush on him so I casually said: "yeah so he's in here."
She then started asking the group of people in there with her what his name was. I d i d n o t want to be in there when she did whatever she was going to do so I zoomed outta there. When I walked back in she was still there and he was looking at us. I tried to get her to tell me what she did and all she would say was nothing.
oh god I think he knows.
evidence to support my statement: He's kinda gone out of his way to sit or be nearish me kinda, I think I noticed him looking at me once or twice, there might be other stuff I can't remember.
AND THEN he was walking next to me while we were going to the gym and I b r e i f l y looked at him and I noticed that he has very subtle freckles and it's the cutest thing.
YOU ARE READING
I'm trans and problematic
RandomThis is my second journal about being trans. Don't even both reading. I'll probably be dead in a week or two anyways. *trigger warning for the first few chapters*
