Tuesday is a Shit Day...

 We all cry, or at least our tear ducts get wartery on somedays. And this morning that happend to me. I was walking down the hallways and what, oh look that fucker is there, like right there. I mean all I wanted to say was "Hi" but I could not, since I told him that I liked him on Saturday. And I'm also the kinda gay kid that dose not just say hi. Rather I yell that shit. 

 

   However,  I was feeling something different.  Maybe it was the feeling of regret that I told my crush that I liked him and wish that football jock would still flirt with me. Or maybe it was anger that was still traped with in me that wanted an awnser from that pice of shit who looks super hot. Whatever that feeling was, it broke me this morning. 

   I found out that I was unable to move on at that very moment. Just to take a quick glance at him made me cry with tears full of sadness and anger. So just imagine if Plaid and I had a conversation I would have a heart attack or just pass out. However he has been avoiding me for the past two days in school and I understand why he's doing that. But I wish he would just man up and tell me how he feels. 

I just think moving on from people is an art that we all need to know. I however am not one of these people who has mastered it, and will most likely never master it. I just now am to attached to him, like it's funny to know that he likes to flirt with me before this. But when he's confronted with the truth he just avoids it. I'm still hoping that he will talk to me and I mean hopeing like hardcore. Even if this hope is a false hope, at least it will keep me somewhat not crazy.