scrambled

bracelet.

this one isn't about me, it's about a girl.

one who's always the victim

the one who always has a shoulder to cry one

one who has everything.

but that's only the "good" part, i'm surprised there is one in the first place.

see what you've done to my friends?

you stress them out,

yet you blame it on other people.

"oh, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean too!"

then stop doing it?

you get pissed at the tiniest things, and i am done with it.

i'm telling my side of the story now, and i don't care how you react. 

i don't care if you react at all. 

this isn't my "i don't care" persona anymore.

this is real.

this is the real world, macaw.

and if you can't handle it, that's on you.

• • •

you cry over a dumb bracelet.

let's start from the beginning.

it's advisory, everyone's talking and being cool, and what not.

snake wants to show fox the bracelet she made me. 

i give her my wrist to show, and i know something's up when you shift.

macaw, you come closer.

"where's my bracelet?"

"i don't have it on." 

come on, obviously.

she's done this before, and it's happening again.

i have the whole thing mapped out in my mind, and i'm correct.

"why not?"

we are infront of a crowded room with two teachers, so i can't curse you out, even though i wanted too.

" 'cause. "

is all i say, because if i state the truth, you'll sob like a baby.

"why not?!" 

you get annoyed, and i can tell. 

a smirk on my face, i say it again.

" 'cause. "

we go back and forth about five times before you give up.

" you aren't answering my question! how come you wear everyone else's and not mine?!"

" literally no reason"

it's because i only wear my friend's bracelets. 

this is the most pathetic thing you've fought over.

 a string with beads? 

is that the lowest you can go?

pathetic, just pathetic.

"ugh, fine."

i could tell she wanted to say more, but she shuts up.

finally.

i continue talking with my real friends in peace.

oh, don't worry.

there's more where that came from.

november 17th.

what a thrill.