There's eight peope I hang out with every morning at school. They are always laughing at jokes they get. I walk with them yet they barely acknowledge me and I walk ahead to our normal circle where we stand and chat until class begins but they keep going.
Forgetting and not caring about me more and more as time passes.
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Short StoryI'm unwanted, unloved, ugly and a lot of other things that begin with the letter "U." So read the horrible truth of my unfolding and inevitable insanity. Because I don't give a fuck anymore. No one does. So what's the point? Non-Fiction #21 [24. May...
