A boy told me to kill myself in the sixth grade. I said "Okay." with a blank face, and walked off, looking back only once. When I turned the corner, I laughed until I cried at the mortified expression I had seen on his face.
Actually, now that I think about it, this isn't a confession. Why?
I'm not sorry.
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The "Funny" Book
RandomThis is literally just random garbage I feel the need to tell the world.
