I was walked no around my school, down a hallway looking for someone to be with; I was getting super lonely.
Suddenly, along the wall, I saw a pair of shoes. They were my friend's. Why is she walking around with no shoes...
I picked them up, and carried them with me, looking for her.
I kept walking down the hall.
A bathroom came into view. I headed towards it. Suddenly I heard a small sob come from inside the bathroom.
I stopped, and listened. Another small sob. Was it her...? Another sob, and I was certain it was.
Without thinking, I walked right in.
In the back corner, I saw my friend up against the wall, head in her knees, sobbing.
I dropped down best to her and wrapped my arm around her and held her tight.
"Hey. Hey, I'm here for you. I've got you, you're gonna be ok. Everything will be alright, ok?"
She shook her head slightly and muttered something.
"What?" She looked up at me, right in the eyes.
"I said, no it's not."
I frowned. "Listen to me-" She cut me off.
"No, you listen to ME. Nothing will get better. You don't understand. Nothing will get better, ok?"
I tried to say something, but it felt like something was blocking off my vocal cords. All I could do was shake my head.
"I know you want to help, but there's nothing you can do, Roger. Nothing is gonna get better. Just... stop trying. You're wasting your time."
I shook my head again, wishing I could say something. But even if I could speak, what the fuck would I say? I didn't know what to say, to make her feel better...
Why am I like this...
I woke up.
I know you don't believe me, but things will get better. You are the most wonderful person I've ever met. You deserve happiness. And you will have it. I will do everything that I can to make that happen. I promise. All I ask is one thing. You have to let me help you. When I ask you what's wrong, please don't lie to me and say that you're fine, you're doing ok, nothing is wrong. I can see right through it. Never give up, ok? I love you. A lot more than you know. Stay strong. ❤️
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My Dream Book
عشوائي"Should I make a dream book?" "No I shouldn't." "Why shouldn't I?" "Because it's gonna be fucking embarrassing!" "Your fucking embarrassing." "Fuck you!" "What time" "..." "..." "..." "Bitch I'm making that dream book."
