With the help of my friends and the new ones I mad, I ended up in this condition:
I had the blast of a lifetime throwing green powder at strangers. I know that sentence sounds super weird, but it was therapeutic in a way. Everyone was so happy to either run, jog, or walk the race. We had music at our station so that automatically made things 1,000% better.
Before the walk |
My lovely green war powder |
When you try and take a picture that's Tumblr worthy, but it's clearly not |
I was finally able to get another color! Even if it was a just a smidgen |
Before and after! |
So I told the guy I like how I felt. It was a little awkward, and the information had to be pried out of me, but I did it at last. Just as predicted he doesn't feel the same, but that's okay because now I can move on since I officially know the facts. Him and I have actually decided to work on our friendship, so that's cool.
Until next time!
xoxo,
Ciarra