tbh every other day i have a not-ok day. all my friends forget about me even though i and them to wait for me or stay with me or let me come with them to some place they're going. i don't feel like i'm really their friend. it's that horrible feeling of being someone's "friend" but never ever being anybody's best friend because they have better ones. i'm just so worn out all the time too. i hate school and i hate the bus and i just. ugh.
note- this time the kid in the picture is malcolm. he's great and i love him and i love playing with his hair. i love playing with everyone's hair lmao
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i dream of a perfect life
Poetryin which a girl spills her mind to digital paper and people made of code this is just a bunch of condensed crap i need to write down or get out somewhere. highest ranking: #119 in poetry :') lowercase intended 《copyright march 2017, mia echo》
