As I stood outside during recess, all alone in my giant parka jacket, I could hear them talking. Wanting to be a part of the conversation, I approached the circle of girls. Unsure of which word was the correct one, I knew I had a 50/50 shot at getting it right; that’s what I remember thinking as I was walking towards them. So, in a split second decision, I chose…..poorly.
“It’s DIARY, not diarrhea!” they laughed at me as I sheepishly walked away.
Why is it so damn hard to make friends?!?!
My mom really should have socialized me better.