On the last day of my senior year of high school I told this kid I had a crush on him and all he said was okay and it was possibly the best and worst thing I could have ever done. Best because I finally got over him and I got it off my chest, worst because I’d never see the him again and he probaaaaaaaaably told all his friends about how dumb I was.
I wouldn’t blame him.
I need to master….like…sitting. The perfect sit posture. Something like that.