so one guy on my school soccer team ((we got last place overall!! whoo!!)) got an f on his spanish test and found out that the girl he liked didn't like him back, and so he was feeling really depressed, according to him, and so we were discussing ways of coping with our emotions. this was how our conversation went:
"i'm gonna binge-eat, run twenty miles, and watch twenty episodes of the simpsons."
"you should try poetry instead."
"POETRY?! more like sissitry. only sissie's write poems. and william shakespeare was a big sissie. he was like, my name is william shakespeare and i am a sissie who ways 180 pounds and writes poetry because i can't deal with things."
he did tell me i wasn't a sissie, though.
afterwards, i told him his poem should start off with something along the lines of with:
"she doesn't like me
i don't know who i am anymore"
also, what do y'all call me?
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