February 21st
Well, it happened again.
BEAN FLICKER this time.
Seriously, bean flicker? It’s like I’m being harassed by a twelve-year-old boy who spends too much time on Reddit.
That’s the only part that bothers me at this point, really—the who of it all. The rest is about half-amusing, half-exhausting, but the fact that someone actually hates me this much is pretty depressing. I mean, I might not be the nicest person in the world, but I never really thought I had straight-up enemies.
I’m also not sure how I feel about Tally’s response when we saw the graffiti: “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”
I tried to get her to tell me what she meant by that, but she refused.
Then I glanced at Mem, who gave me the world’s most pathetic smile and said, “Sorry, bud.”
I think the slumber party this
