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Calc II will be the death of me.

Me: I want to become a teacher

Friend: Why?

Me: So I could have a better chance of hooking up with one of my hot teachers.

sigh

what to do no law land i need helps

That’s a cute name.

I had my first date with my crush.

Fears.

Fear of time running out.

Fear of time going by so fast.

Fear of the date not being perfect.

Fear of her being bored.

Fear of my sad personal stories.

Fear that she might not like my personality.

Fear that she only sees me as a friend.

Fear that she doesn’t see me as a good friend.

Fear that someone else who might not treat her the way I did.

Fear that some asshole will steal her from my sight.

Fear that if I look away while I’m talking to her, she might not think she’s interesting.

Fear that there might not be a second date.

Date ended.

I like the way she looks.

I like her playful and fun personality.

I like her humors.

I like her eyes.

I like the way she gazes into my eyes, so much that I could not look away.

I like how she’s the one starting the conversations.

I like her for keeping it real.

I like her for being honest.

I like her cuteness, the things she did when we were on our date.

I like how she was a bit mysterious, making me trying hard to figure her out.

I like how she felt comfortable in my old car.

I like her.

Who knew cheating on my final can feel this bad. I got a 100, but I’m supposed to be a math major.