Waking up in the morning is usually hard for most. But I usually can’t wait to get up. It just means another day to be with my best friends (yes I have three). It’s another day I get to be in choir, theater, and be able to hang with other friends. Granted I could easily do without the English Literature Honors and Algebra II/ Trig Honors classes. Otherwise life is decent. I’m not an ungrateful person.
However, this day wasn’t expected at all. Now I’m stuck to a usual routine. Wake up, brush teeth, shower, brush hair, get dressed, drink tea, go to old science teacher’s class until bell, go to Chemistry I, answer all questions when no one else knows what the hell is going on, go to choir, sing, go to English Lit Hon., try to keep away from answering anything, go to front desk, be bored as hell, lunch with two best friends (who I love), go to theater with them to hang, then start theater II class, perform, go to algebra II/ trig hon., and then meet up with same two best friends and leave school.
I’m used to that routine. I like my routine. Add boyfriend who I have nothing in common with, add one best friend telling me a friend of mine completely likes me, and me failing said math class and you get Leah-Marie on eternal stress mode.
The weird thing out of all of that? I don’t think I’d even be bothered with that friend liking me. Yeah, out of everything above, that’s what’s been on my mind lately. That one single thing. That’s what’s at the front of my head. Now I’m the type of person to over-analyze everything. I know it’s not supposed to be a good thing, but analyzing EVERYTHING keeps me observant and ready for things others aren’t.
There wasn’t much reason for typing this confession besides trying to get most of the things in my head out. I know I’ll still be thinking about all of this later, but at least it isn’t clogging my mind now.