a slight continuation of my other story about me and flower
CONTINUATION ;;
it was the last day of grade 5, our teacher which i'll call teacher checkmark was pulling a lot of emotional shit on us, he was telling us of how he's sorry that he shouted at us and it was because he didn't want to make us bad influenced, and in my personal experience, people were crying very hard as fuck. when I cry you should expect that I cry so much that I cover my face for a long period of time. flower was right beside me so the pats in the back and the hugs were indeed, from flower. but in the small montage of text below, you will see something that completely made me shooketh even to this day.
(crying)
it's okay lauren.
(sniffles)
(teacher checkmark speaks)
(i forgot what I said here that made her say the word below)
I'll miss you too.
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I'll miss you too.
flips table
what in the itty bitty titty committee did she fucking say
okay this bitch ain't testing me I'm out I am out she ain't questioning me again
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is what I thought until grade 6 aka now which I realized she questions my sexuality too much.
more will come soon
bye
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drawing triangle.
Randomin which a young bisexual girl discusses her shitty problems in between the drawing triangle, which concludes: - three bisexual girls - three people who can draw - three people with mental illnesses and problems with life one is a short girl, pretty...
