I have never been more confused in my entire life. "Why?" I hear you ask. Just give me a second, I'm getting to that.
As I think about the boy I love, I can't help but feel a tiny bit upset. He doesn't like me back. I've seen him flirting with another girl. Flirting, whether he wants to admit it or not.
Maybe someone else does like me, but they'll never tell me.
One of my best friends held my hand on a ghost train type ride, and I nearly screamed. Afterwards he told me it was because he was scared. I felt scared too, and I hate to say this, but it comforted me. It was the first time I had ever held a boy's hand, and I liked it.
So stressed!
