How was your day?
Oh, it was good. (Not as bad as usual.)
Did anything happen?
Not really. (Too many to count.)
How were your classes?
They were okay. (Boring.)
How was lunch?
It was fine. (It was quiet and lonely. I've gotten used to it.)
Did you talk to your friends?
Yeah. (What friends?)
Is something wrong?
No. I'm just tired. (Yes.)
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. (No.)
What do you want for dinner?
I don't know yet. (It doesn't matter.)
Are you sure you're okay?
Of course. (I really need someone to talk to.)
I'll be in my room. (I really don't want to be left alone.)
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Thoughts and Things
PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
