It's ok, I'm use to it
Use to being left out
Use to being called fat and ugly
Use to being the third wheel
Use to not getting anything for a gift from a friend when I get most mine something
Use to not being remembered
Use to crying myself to sleep at night
Use to walking alone
Use to being lied to
Use to being laughed at
Use to being alone
I'm use to it all
But it doesn't matter
Cause no one cares anyways
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book
De TodoBasically feelings in a book. Probably won't rhyme but whatever. Will update as much as I can. Some of these might be sad. Some might just be confusing. They are just things I need to get out of my head. Language is used. Anyway just read.
