Behind her today, on my way home from school, I finally worked up the courage to say something.
And then out of nowhere, her Mom(I assume it was her mom) popped out and started talking to her. ...So I had to keep on walking.
This is getting REALLY frustrating. It's bad enough feeling like I'm a stalker, but...come on. I get zero chances to ever get any of this right! Bad situations...why have I got to be so damn shy?
So, being the angsty emo teen I am, I sighed to myself and turned the corner.
And then I was sitting at home.
I lost about an hour. I don't remember anything from between turning that corner and being here about twenty minutes ago.
Going to the doctor again when my Dad gets home...
I hate this. Throw me a bone, God.