I expected drama almost everyday there because I never thought of having a normal life. When people say why can't I be normal it annoys me because how does normal sound to them.
In my eyes they are the greatest person. It hurts sometimes when someone says what they're not. Ugly. However, not everyone in the world is attractive.
All in all it's what a certain person prefers in their mind. For example they're not attractive to you, but that doesn't mean they aren't attractive to someone else.
Anyways I see this certain group in the halls near the wall sometimes in this circle or oval shape.
I knew all their names, it's not creepy if they're loud as hell and saying each other's name on that level.
I never bothered talking to them at that time because of what my "past friends" did to me but thats for another time.
I talk to myself sometimes because out of fear of saying the wrong thing. Then the other side of me.
A sarcastic asshole that is really just a person that hides broken pieces of him in smart and foolish remarks.
I was in math class sitting next to this girl named Chelsea. We were best friends in 8th grade and we still talk to each other. She still is and that sarcasticness with her. Always fun to hang around. She was there when I needed her.
Then...
I messed up a strong relationship. I noticed that I changed and I never really opened myself up because the person I was fighting against was myself. We both had to get used to this change and I had to suck it up and own it.
The thorns got longer and deeper. Telling this story in a better and more in depth story now. I guess it's time to hurt I guess. This was a test. Maybe for whoever is reading. Shall we?
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Thorns
AcakIn this circle of life and friendship we only had one rule. Don't stab each other in the back. Guess that wasn't important.