this isn't a love or romance story, just a story i made for my friend to thank her for existing
while i should: jump jump more more jump
(because i might be gone very soon)
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2016
my mom didn't pick me up today, that's strange. thank God my friend's mom is taking me to my house. she's nice. we chatted about how unicorns were real, they were just not in this area, and we had to summon them, etc. when we arrived, we knocked. both soft and loud. my mom didn't answer. did she die? or go somewhere else? "oh! i know! i can call my mom!" no response. "how about calling your dad?" good idea! i called him, and after a little while, my mom finally answered the door, with a tired expression. she usually has an alarm that lets her know at that time to pick me up... wait, what's that in her hand? oh...
2015
so that's how much i have to take? can't it be more than that? no, for your safety, it has to be at that amount of pills. alright then. thanks. "mom, what did they say?" oh it's nothing, it's just grandma..
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mom, that's a lot of pills! are you sure that's the amount you have to take? yes, that's the amount, how about you go to your room and play with your tablet with you my little ponys? sure!!
before i knew it, she took too many than she was supposed to take. she was only supposed to take 3 from the pill bottle. she took 7. the number increased later on.
2016 mom? wake up! i wanna tell you how my day at school went! you didn't pick me up again, it gets lonely walking home without someone to tell... no response... mom? wake up! please! ... MOM!
guess i'll go play on the computer again. oh...but ____... hmm? it's your fault she's doing this. she didn't want you. in fact, no one wants to listen to you talk about how your day went. ....huh? no one cares. that's why your mom is doing this. she dosen't care about you. but...i'm sure it's- accept what i'm about to tell you. no. one. cares. stop telling people how your day went, how you feel. no one cares about your problems. keep them to yourself. ... is that really how my mom feels? yes. . . .
the only thing i felt in my room while playing roblox on the computer at that moment was tears making the letters on the keys of the keyboard feel distorted. tears from my eyes blurred what I was able to see the screen.
oh, hi ____...sorry I fell asleep again- ____? ____! don't cry! it felt fake and forced. i know her exact idea after this. grab more pills until she asks my dad to ask the pharmacist to refill the prescription. i felt desolate looking at the computer screen again, to where I died again in the game.
