~But I'm still alone in my mind~
The mall wasn't so bad.
No floral crop tops, YAY.
But Clayre.
Oh my god, I was swept away.
You know those annoying slang words everyone uses? I need them right now. Her auburn hair was, how do you say it? On point, on fleek, whatever. For a second, I was alive.
And madly in love.
Hormones or shit, I felt something. And after so long, it felt real.
But too good to be true.
First we went to the grocery store because Clayre felt like buying gum. I stopped by at the chemist for my pills. I didn't tell her. Better a lied-to crush than one who would think you're a freak.
What I don't understand is the thing with teenagers and malls.
But thank god she's different.
I'm glad she thought I was tolerable. I never thought of that myself.
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If I Die
Puisi"If I Die, would I be remembered?" Sam Carson is struggling with a lot of things. Mostly Life. Living between life and death, between forced choices and compulsions. Never at peace, always at war against emotions. Always thinking about death.
