Dear whoever reads this
I'm kinda rethinking the whole thing of sparkly tights…and maybe these shorts. But it's to late. I'm on the bus now just having a ton of anxiety. Its pretty great. Now all I have to do I smile and act like I'm trying to be extra. Yayyyy…. This is my 3rd/2nd time writing in this..it's kinda weird but eh might as well right?
Smile, it's one of the things I need to fake today. Just smile no one will ask if you're okay. Just smile…. That's how this works right? Doesn't matter….I just want to avoid the question for a while. Like maybe the rest of my life…that's not to long. I'll have to go soon and face my school and all the looks given to me…. As my tear stream down my face even though no one sees them. 7:21 Am it's just getting closer and closer…
I lived through school day..thank god right..that's what I'm supposed to say right. I'm supposed to hate school. But then why do I feel sadness when leaving. Why do I feel this pain fear build up in my chest until the next day? I'm supposed to be like every kid counting down till the school year ends. But I'm scared for what will come through with the end of the school year. I made a short thing…so yeah
From
Em
YOU ARE READING
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Teen FictionAbout a girl writing on her phone to who she think is no one..but someone maybe reading this. .... but... it can get better... right? ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ THIS BOOK IS FINSHED!!
