dear jonathan,
i decided
to talk to
you today.
be happy
for once
you
asshole.
but
when
i started
walking
towards
you,
your smile
faded.
it
just..
diminished.
god,
you
can just
tell me
that
i'm
ugly.
i already
know that.
i met
some
new friends
today
jonathan.
they were
outcasts
like me.
i met
8 girls
from english
class
and
they seemed
nice.
but once
you saw
me with
them,
you looked
pissed.
are you
jealous
jonathan?
cambria xx
YOU ARE READING
Quietus
Teen Fictionquietus [n.] :removal from activity; especially : death. all they found after my death was my journal. [lowercase intended]