every second counts

I have this irrational fear of telling people how i truly feel about them.
Like generally, you probably won't know if i like you, because i'm far too much of a chicken to tell you. Or even if i consider you a best friend, or really close, you probably wouldn't know that either. I'm just afraid of rejection, or afraid that you will drop me unexpectedly. Like all of a sudden you will realize how weird i actually am, and abandon me.

So that being said, maybe it's time to face my fear. To turn over a new leaf, so to speak, and actually talk about my feelings. Because as so many people have told me, the worst he could say is no right?
Yes. but that is my worst nightmare come true.

But enough about that for now, this has been a snazzy week.
Monday I don't think i really did anything.
Tuesday i went to waffle house, then target, then over jenn's for some guitar hero which i majorly suck at.
Wednesday i went over becca's and then shopping.
Thursday I GRADUATED!
Friday I went to the rocks, and now i'm here recalling my week to you uninterested blog viewers.

SUNDAY I LEAVE FOR LONG BEACH ISLAND FOR SENIOR WEEK!!!!!!!!!!
If you couldn't tell by the capital letters, i am so extremely excited.
The reason for this lengthy blog post is because for the next week i'm not sure if i'm going to be able to blog.

Maybe i over exaggerate a lot.
But it's what i do.
Torrey procrastinates, and i over exaggerate.
now i think that she got me into procrastination, and maybe i have gotten her into being an over exaggerater.

Random question though, why is it that all the girls like the guys that aren't good for them?
I've heard it always happens, but i guess i thought i was smarter than that.
There, i said it. I thought i was smarter than i actually am.
And i can't blame anyone, not even myself. Well actually, yeah i should blame myself. Because it's my stupid fault.

But maybe it's because safe is too comforting. You feel like you get stuck in a rut, and danger is way more exciting. Like climbing rocks. You don't know if you could fall off and crack your skull, but you are willing to climb them anyway. Or ride a rollercoaster. There have been many stories about them falling apart, yet you ride it anyway for the thrill you get.
So maybe dating a rebellious boy is like that. It provides entertainment and makes your life more spontaneous rather than just being boring and safe.
I feel i may have lost many of you a while ago, so i'll just quit.
Safe journeys if you are going to senior week, and if you're still in school..
HAHAHA.