If the title doesn't make sense, I thought I would be clever by using the math symbol for parallel instead of writing the word, but now I'm here explaining it anyway, so it didn't save me that much time.
The chapters I mentioned in the last chapter will still be published, but I'm pushing them back again because I needed to talk about this thing right now.
So I think I fell into some weird drug-induced parallel universe last week.
If you didn't read the last thing I posted on my message board, to sum it up, it was just talking about me being on new meds and having to take more than usual. I missed half of a few days last week, but I made it through all of Friday.
So in general, my life's seemed weird for a week because people are suddenly interested in me and are talking to me like they actually care about what I have to say and aren't treating me like a burden or a waste of time. So that's good. I'm realizing how sad and pathetic that sounds. Like yeah, I got used to being bullied and ignored, and now people are paying attention to me for some reason. Not gonna lie, it's a nice change and I really hope it doesn't go back to how it was before.
On the subject of people taking interest in me, I basically had someone ask me out on Friday.
She told me I was cute. Like I don't know how to deal with this kind of thing. I've never had anyone who expressed feeling that way about me. I kind of politely turned her down, but we're talking now. She's pretty cool and I like her, just not like that. The chances of me liking anyone like that are about 0.00000001%.
I've literally only had one crush, which kind of faded out. And any bit that might have been left was slaughtered a couple of weeks ago when I found out that person is homophobic. Of course, I don't know how true that is, but knowing his background, it seems more likely than unlikely.
On the bus today I sat by someone new. I wasn't expecting a conversation but that's what I got. He talked to me about books and writing. And person, if you're reading this because I gave you my Wattpad @, hi. Welcome.
But in conclusion, people don't usually talk to me, and I don't usually talk back, so it always catches me off guard when someone's trying to talk to me. A good example of that: in English today someone was trying to get my attention and I wouldn't look over because surely they were talking to someone else. NoPe. It was me. I was able to play it off as having my music turned up too loud though, so I didn't look like too much of an idiot.
I've also managed to make friends in my classes really fast this year. Last year it took me until the second semester to make friends. This year I have friends in all of my classes but one. In chem, I can make my lab partners laugh. In algebra, I don't like anyone in the class. In german I have friends. In fourth period I have the girl I was talking about before. We aren't allowed to talk but we pass notes. In art, I have one of the girls from German and her friend who talks to me. In English... Well for some reason I'm always kind of loud in English. I don't know if it's because it's the last class of the day of what, but I'm always kind of surprised to find out my English teachers like me. I guess it's because I can write like a mildly intelligent person.
Anyway, I just wanted to talk about how I'm in a coma and currently dreaming my entire existence, because nothing this good ever happens to me.
Have a nice day my guys.
