uhm... okay....

i really have to get this off my chest. my mind has been swirling for the past like 12 hours. so i'm just gonna word vomit here.

so the sleepover went well, for the most part!! we did pretty much exactly what i said, though bev's second controller was kinda busted... and of course that's the one she decided i'd play with -_- like it was literally the most obvious knockoff gamecube controller... i still managed to snag 1st place in two grand prix though!! ...and bev won like, six, lol.

but uh, later that night... god i feel like such a fucking weirdo for this... but like, the door to the bathroom in that house hasn't had a proper lock in like over a year apparently... and i might've... walked in... on bev... post-shower...

BUT I CLOSED THE DOOR IMMEDIATELY!!!! and yet, i can't stop fucking thinking about it. like, obviously it was just some stupid embarrassing split-second moment but like... we couldn't even muster a single word to each other for the rest of the night. fuck. and bev is... kinda... well...

okay, i don't think i need to spell it out. lest i wanna torture myself anymore than i already am trying to write this all out. sorry. fuck. i'm gonna go to bed.