"just make it to friday"
"three more days to go."
"two more days."
"one,"
"it's here. friday."
i tell myself every week.
i know i can't do it forever, but i try.
but when friday hits,
i get that dreading feeling.
the feeling of having to see him.
"just get it over with" my mom says
but she doesn't know how hard it is.
to deal with him,
to fight with him,
just the thought of him-
then i say,
"just make it to sunday."
and the cycle repeats.
"just make it to friday."
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Randombasically my thoughts put into a little small story. school drama, but with fake names. stuff like that. other times it would just be rants and stuff. cover not mine! all of these will have FAKE names. if your name is on this, it's a misunderstandin...
