random shit and thoughts

Stuffies

There's a corner in my room,

Of all the stuffies i hide away of embarrassment.

At least 64 big cushy animals lay there for so long bugs are attracting a new home.

Last night,

I grab my comforter blanket.

I lay on them, adjust the soft plushies to my liking,

Before crying.

I sunk deep into the pile,

Slowly my tears retreated,

And I fell alseep.

11:36 pm

"Where are you?"

"Are you sleeping?" You wake me.

"Nnngghh- what is it." I groan, annoyed.

"Don't talk back at me!"

I squint at my mother, Still dazed.

"You better not have that iPad!" She glared at me looking down at the pile.

"Do you wanna check?" I snap.

"Okay, just checking." My mom responded, both of us pissed.

You close the door.

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I think I'm going to start sleeping there every night,

Because I got the comfort no one ever gives me.