A journal by a boy who is forgotten

Entry six

Whoops. Didn't write yesterday.

Well I went to the park with Gil and Al and we saw Feliks and Toris.

Why are they so adorable together?

Feliks is just in the swing, his scarf flying behind him.

Ugh

I want that damn.

We talked for a while actually, Toris is very smart and Feliks is very funny. I like them actually.

Poetry is stupid but school was a little bit better.... Al was nice to me and so was Gil (he always is) Lars was nice, so was Ludwig and Feliciano. And Antonio. And Lovino. So I guess the morning hasn't been bad??

I got a bacon sandwich for lunch. It was good, considering dad made it.

Why am I watching family channel?

Why isn't Alfred home yet actually...

I got a good book in library, it's called "dead kid" and it's about a girl who started high school early and nobody likes her because she dresses kind of goth. She got called "Zombie Tramp" by a bully in the grade ahead and this girl named Yumi (she's Japanese) gets called it too because they both wear all black and too much eyeliner.

Here's a poem about my life at home:

Sakura petals

Falling on my hair in spring

My walls are too thin

Fields are made bright gold

Baked soft in the summer heat

Why are they so loud?

The fall air is crisp

Like breathing in ice cold clouds

Seriously guys

Winter brings the snow

Cold and clean like brand new sheets

Someone kill me now

Matthew, the boy who writes crappy poetry