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I'm at Mike's parents' house again. I think they get annoyed at me for being here so much. This time I couldn't really help it, because I didn't have my house keys. Mike didn't come pick me up like I thought he would; his mom and sister did. So I didn't plan it, but I still feel bad.

I think I'm just paranoid, now that I think about it. For some reason if people don't like me, I don't understand it and it makes me feel horrible. I hate it when people are exasperated at me; I think I take it way too hard, and even if they're not mad at me I sometimes "can just tell" they are, whether they are or not. Weird.