dear jonathan,
why does
life have
to be
so complicated?
i wanted
to talk
to you
during lunch
but you
were laughing
with your
friends
and i
think
that you'd
be happier
without me.
you look
happy
every time
i see
you.
i want
to ask
you so
many questions
but i
am
hindered
because
i might
say something
that would
offend you
and i
don't know
anymore.
why am
i even
saying these
things?
i told you
to stay
out of
my life
and you
sort of
did.
every few
seconds
during
algebra
you'd stare
at me
and the
teacher would
call your
attention.
why?
why did you do that?
do you miss me?
cambria xx
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Quietus
Fiksi Remajaquietus [n.] :removal from activity; especially : death. all they found after my death was my journal. [lowercase intended]
