I dunno. Yesterday was just plain weird. Every semester, my favorite days changes. It’s because I judge my favorite days on what I do that day. If the schedule’s not tight, then it’s a candidate for my favorite day.
I cried yesterday, was super sentimental about things with a friend. I was even surprised that he called me a friend. I hate one subject during my favorite days. Not telling what it is. But… yeah, I hate it. Well maybe not anymore.
My friend told me, “Didn’t I tell you? When you feel left out, I’ll always be here.”
That was his line that made me cry. Knowing there’s someone in that class that I was comfortable with made me okay. REALLY OKAY.
:)
SO with every conflict settled (i think), I went home.
Stopover at a shop. Erm, was eating.
And then. There’s a shoplifter. I was expecting a man, but… A KID??? whoa. Life is starting to really be bad. I couldn’t look when he was apprehended by the guard. A lot of ideas went to my head. He might be tortured and all. LOL. My imagination is exaggerated.
I prayed that he won’t be put to jail. And when I told an important person to me that, he said: “of course he wouldn’t go jail. He’s a minor. A very young one at that.”
:( I wonder why that boy shoplifted…