To be honest, it needs to be Monday. A friend told me his sister said he'd be back on Monday. That means, it needs to be Monday. I can't wait that long. He said a few days, not more than a week. That's about how long I was gone. And my insurance wouldn't pay for that long, so I had to leave earlier than I wanted to.
But my mother said- before I got to school and heard he'd be back Monday- so I texted his phone, that if he didn't get back by Monday I would probably freak the fuck out.
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I got called into the "Attendance Teacher's" office. I had to explain to him that I have sleep, anxiety, and depression issues so he gave me a "pass" for missing class. Which was nice. At least I didn't get a lecture. He was actually pretty cool. Which is good.
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to be honest
Poetryto be honest is a book based on my life, what is going on, how my mind works, how I'm feeling, and basically all of the in between. Some areas may be made-up, or simply not explained enough to be understood.
