that last post…

was NOT me. I was hacked.

Taken with instagram

Taken with instagram

Taken with instagram

At the beginning of my 8th grade year, I saw a guy that I thought was really cute.

But I was much too shy to talk to him. So I just sat in class everyday and looked over at him a few times. But then another guy came along. I thought I liked him more than the other guy. I was wrong. He liked me, but he didn’t want to go out with me. So I spent the longest time trying to get him to like me, but it failed. But by that time, the guy I had liked before had a girlfriend. At the end of the year, a couple of days before school let out, I thought to myself “What am I doing? I am chasing after a guy that is clearly not interested.” For a minute, I was really mad at myself. Then I realized how much I had liked the other guy, but since I was showing absolutely no interest in him, he got a girlfriend. I missed a chance at something great, to try to make something else happen. But what I was trying to make happen… was it really worth it? No. I also realized that the guy I thought I really liked, was kind of a jerk. And he always changed his mind about girls he liked. I wasn’t about to be put through that. He used to be such a gentleman, and so nice… but the guy from class always had been a gentleman — and still was. But his girlfriend is gone, so hopefully 9th grade will be my year. ♥

This is probably the best advice I can give to a guy. And if you change every “her” to a “him”, it can go for girls too.

Kristina… cough, cough.

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Make a wish :)

I really wish that tag weren’t on the picture…