dear jonathan,
why did
you stare
at me
in class
today?
i thought
i told you
to stay
out of
my life.
i'm sorry
but i
had to
say that
so i
wouldn't
get hurt
even more.
be flattered,
this journal
is dedicated
to you.
only you.
my only
friend
and
best friend.
i miss
how you'd
wake me
up every
morning
saying that
we'd be
late for
school
and when
i didn't
reply,
you'd throw
a bucket
of cold water
at me
and i'd
get annoyed
and swear
at you.
its impossible
for me
not to miss
you
because
you were
the only
thing
that kept
me
alive.
now i
feel like
dying.
all thanks
to
you.
cambria xx
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Quietus
Teen Fictionquietus [n.] :removal from activity; especially : death. all they found after my death was my journal. [lowercase intended]