The thing about social drama is that it takes up brain space, it contributes to my limited amount of stress I can take before I burst, it devolves quality friend time into arguments and gossiping instead of growth, and it takes away alone time from personal development to worrying. I have no patience for this shit.
So I spelled ‘boys’ with a ‘z’, to emphasize teenage-ness. Yes, there’s a new boy in town. He will be known as PGF/Crush AM, and he is a junior (do I have an older guy problem?). He is in my math class. Thank the stars that my inexperienced teacher finally gave us a seating chart.Continue reading “Boyz and Parties”