I may have worse grades now. I may have more friends. I may not turn in my work. I may cry to sleep every night.
But I know I can do better.
But I know I cannot.
I'm both an idiot and a genius. Both a disgrace and a God.
No. That is not to be.
I am meant to be alone. That's why they left me.
I am meant to be a idiot. That's why teachers didn't care before, and why my grades are bad.
I am meant to be a disgrace, because of secrets I chose to not share.
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Counting Sheep
Teen FictionOne sheep, two sheep, This is not helping at all. Three sheep, four- Someone kill me, I must snoop this low. Five sheep, six sheep, I feel tired, but the waters still flow. Seven sheep, eight she- It looks like the sheep hit a wall. I guess eight sh...
