ART SHOW <3

I went to the Art Show tonight with my parents and Erika. My parents aren't supportive of my work at all. My dad didn't say a single thing to me about my stuff. I had to hear it from my mom that my dad liked my fruit painting. I don't understand why it's so hard for him to express him emotions to me. He never congradulates me for anything, just looks at my art work and says nothing. 

Creepy jogger... Ehhh. So their's this jogger I see when I'm riding the bus to school in the morning. I use to kind of stare at him, I don't know why but I thought it was fun to get a reaction from him. Which I ended up getting, sort of. He started staring back at me and I got really creeped out. It's ok for me to stare because I'm young and stupid. I still have innocence, but he's way old and knows better. I guess I instigated it, but whatever not the point. So I thought I saw him working as a janitor after school this one day but I wasn't sure if it was him. I let it go, but today I saw him walk past my psyc class when I was working on the project. And then when I was at the art show I saw him too!!! Ahhh, I think he was looking at me. And he know's it's me from the morning... I feel so weird. And I'm trying to act like nothing happened, which nothing did happen. But it's just so creepy and complicated. Why did I ever have to look at him? I don't even know what I was trying to do by it. I guess it was fun at the time, but now I don't look out the bus when we get to that area. In fear that I'll see him, and it's like he knows. He always looks at out bus too. It is my fault for starting this weird looking thing.