11/8/16

This morning I woke up to a text from Jack saying that if I didn’t talk to Kennedy today he would say something to me about it every day until I did. To be honest, I really don’t know what I’m going to say. Every time I even think of talking to her my heart races and butterflies fill my stomach. She’s so pretty and way out of my league, but every time I look up I catch her staring at me. My mind runs wild with the idea that she might find me attractive or that she likes me. The truth is she probably just thinks I’m a creep and that it’s actually her catching me staring at her, not the other way around. I have so many things I have to do this week, I can’t get distracted by girls. Especially ones who I can’t even build up the courage to talk to. Oh and the five-page paper I have to write to get into Harvard is going to be the death of me. I absolutely hate writing about myself. It makes me feel cocky and narcissistic.