* (A/n) This is a text conversation between two people so all spelling and punctuation errors are made on purpose. *
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Jiminie: hey
Lisa_Lee: wazzup?
Jiminie: hows summer?
Lisa_Lee: eh. Its OK. U?
Jiminie: mines honestly terrible.
Lisa_Lee: if I'm being honest mine too. I'm so happy I'm not the only one.
Jiminie: my parents r down my throat about grade 10 and all of its horrors.
Lisa_Lee: my mom is down MY throat about being "pretty" and "like a girl"
Jiminie: that actually sounds worse than my stuff.
Lisa_Lee: don't say that. I'm sure were both suffering equally.
Jiminie: that's a realization
Lisa_Lee: yup
Lisa_Lee: so ur not exiced for gr. 10?
Jiminie: @ this point. No. Not even a lil bit.
Lisa_Lee: I'll be happy when I finally get to see u and everyone else.
Lisa_Lee: face to face
Jiminie: I agree 100%
Lisa_Lee: I'm Sry to cut this short but I gtg.
Lisa_Lee: talk later k?
Jiminie: ofc. Bye. Talk soon.
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(A/n) I wanna die.
YOU ARE READING
Mysterious
PoetryLove is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't. Hate is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't.
