Do you ever have those days where you wanna curl up in a ball and die. Maybe because your home alone and none of your friends are there and thoes who are just say "busy" and simply don't reply. Then you sit down and feel bad because they've done this before and you feel like you did something wrong, but you won't know until they finally txt you or you see them some where. Well, welcome to my life.
This is what has currently happened to me. So I'm just sitting in my room crying because I feel like I've been thrown away like a piece of gum and now that I've been stepped on so many times I'm not even worth getting stepped on. Instead I'm trapped under a trash can at a run down park.
And of course every minute since a certain day I've been losing my confidence and lowering my self-a-steam. Now it's at the point where I feel like I don't have a right doing certain actions.
Then once someone finally finds me under that trash can they recycle me so some one picks me up and brings my confidence up also. Then I 'lose my flavor', so they simply throw me away to be stepped on then lost and the cycle repeats.
But then when my life seems so dole and sad, someone finally calls or answers my txt. I get a smile on my face and my day gets better. I finally put on some clothes and run out side to jump in the car and ride away with joy.
I get in that car and we talk in the car about who knows what. When we finally arrive at her house we go inside and head straight to her room. When we are there we figure out what we wanna do. So, we go down to her garage and get some bikes. We jump on them and head up to the store we get the supplies and come on back. As soon as we get back we jump right to it. We bake up the food and prepare her room for the spa we are doing.
We go around her house and see if any of her sister want to come. Then we do everyone's spa and enjoy it ourselves. Then we clean everything up so we can do something ealse.
We pop in a movie, get some snacks then we sit and watch the movie. Straight after that we go to bed so in the morning it can start back over again. Or at least that's what happens some times. While others...well that's another story.
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