Today my best freind got me a llama.
A stuffed one of course.
But when she told me.
I started to cry.
His name is Carl.
I told my friend Liam about him today.
Right before I got him.
I almost started crying because of it.
I almost started crying when I got to his house too.
Earlier that day I was moody.
Constantly slamming doors.
Screaming.
I got into a physical fight with my mother.
I didn't tell anyone.
Not even Liam.
I tried to hide it.
So I wore a hoodie so no one could see the marks.
Going up and down my arms.
Yesterday.
I was completely depressed.
But I put on a fake smile.
And that stupid scarecrow makeup.
No one notices.
No one cares.
So I sit alone.
I with my emotions.
Constantly biting at me.
YOU ARE READING
It's just me.
Non-FictionThis is just one of those things I did because I can. It makes me feel oddly better. I mean I guess you could call this a venting space. But I prefer online journal. Thanks for reading. See you.
