Who is Daisy Heart? I address her.
You were such a kind girl, helpful, who even looked at people with disabilities with love. So artistic.
But that fool thought he owned my best friend, and I just let it happen. Because I'm the unpopular one. If she sees her as her best friend, I have to accept it. F*ck.
He always wanted to be better than me. Ah. And by the end of the year, he succeeded. He spent years trying to be the best student. But everyone knows that you didn't deserve your title. Because in the last days, they even scolded you for not knowing a basic thing. You only got the title so at least one excellent would be there.
The other guy is so insignificant that I don't even need to mention him. Smart, but it's nothing. Not like me.
So, dear Daisy Heart, let me tell you that while you went through every year because you thought it was a race. I didn't compete.
You thought that if you study and study, you will be the best. But being good at subjects doesn't mean you are wise in life.
I was your friend.
But you need to know that while you studied for years, I never took out my book at home. And I was the best without having to study. It's different if someone is interested in the topics. I didn't do it for the competition, but out of interest. And what about you now?
You, the special one. You became just like any other slut. The smart guy went shopping with his mom at night, and saw you alone looking for a guy. The next day you complain to me that you broke up with him even though you loved him. At the age of 13.
You started to love what the other boring girls. Now you are dependent. You drink. You are the same as the others.
Karma? I don't want anyone to say the same to me. But I'm not like you either. I've been a philosopher since I was a child. But you stole my personality. But now you are yourself. Is this you? A cheeky little artist? I am more than that.
*f*ck me pumps*
