No me habla para nada. Al día siguiente (que ese día fue ayer) y va y me habla hoy diciéndome que le molestó lo que le dije (????) y que por eso no me dijo lo que me iba a decir, que tenía
CTochise cracked her neck, stretching her arms over her head as she said, “Go for the guy sitting down.heir expressions were analytical and detached, no excitement, no hint at this being fun. It was a simple fact of life.
And its not bad to be bad at what we are doing. But don't say crap like "Look at this try hard over here" when i'm up 12-0 in you at pickleball. Play better.
MIental health wasn't a conversation back then, but if help had been available, I would have probably been diagnosed.t never showed. To anyone who saw me in high school, this will come as a shock—but I HATED HIGH SCHOOL.