You
know, I don't get why everyone wants me to be able to drive
so bad.
I can barely get my foot or my shoulder around the doorframe
without hitting it.
Me: My life
sucks!
Mom: What happened? Did one of your friends backstab you?
Me: No, I popped all the bubbles in that bubblewrap. Now I have no
idea what to do.
Me: Since when do I have friends?
Mom: *facepalm*
I must
come across weirder or scarier than I think I
do. People keep asking if it's alright for them to sit
next to me in a classroom. There really isn't any empty
seats. Besides, I'm pretty sure someone would yell at me
if I said no. And what are they gonna do if I'm stupid
enough to say no? Stand? I don't get it.