How could you be my friend?
In my eyes, you're a star. While I'm just dirt underneath fingernails.
You are light whilst I'm a blackhole. An entity of negativeness.
If we were in a high school drama cliche, you will be the cheerleader and I will be the loser. The one that gets shove in the hallways and almost invisible.
If we were like phones, you will be the latest iPhone model and I will be an outdated model. The one that lags when you try to send a text message.
If we were like food, you will be a five-star meal and I will be school lunch. The one where you have no idea what it's supposed to be.
So why are you my friend?
YOU ARE READING
shorts
Randombecause longs are too difficult to write. ((random short stories)) (((stories are not linked))) ((((because i'm terrible at linking things)))) (practice makes perfect)
