So lately I've been happy, really, really, really happy, and I have only one problem..... I feel like I can't share my happiness or my reasons for being happy with anyone. I feel like either no one cares or it just depresses them, so I feel like my happiness is a bad thing. I don't like feeling that way.
Today was amazing for me but I had no one to share it with because no one seems to want to listen to my happy stories. Today Dylan and I had some really nice one on one time after school when he walked me all the way home and talked to me about soooo many things, like he really opened up to me and I felt so special, he called me pretty, and then he called me gorgeous, he held my hand for a little while and I met his dad (who's awesome btw) He and I really got to know each other on a deeper level and when we got to my house he hugged me and gave me a peck on the cheek. It was a good day.
Also Ms. Flara and I hung out after school while I waited for Dylan to finish doing stuff with Mr. Smith, she and I laughed our butts off about kidnapping southerns director and keeping her in the closet and making her watch really bad movies that were play adaptations, then she and I went to the front office and filled out a PO form so we could get money for our new production as you all know "Arsenic and Old Lace", we were gonna go to Save-a-lot together, but Dylan showed up and asked if I wanted to take a walk with him and then Ms. Flara made hilarious romantic noises and nudged me until I said yes. I love her to death.
Anyway that was my day and I wish I could have like called one of you to tell you but honestly I didn't feel like any of you would have cared all that much, if you actually read this whole post I applaud you for it, and thank you for taking the time to listen to my happiness if only for a moment, I guess I'll leave you guys alone now.
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