I'm not hitting backspace on this chapter. Ive written it and rewritten it and i just need to get my thoughts out. So if this chapter is messy, that's why.
Sometimes I lie. I don't always know when i lie, because sometimes, its to me. I do care what people think of me. A lot. But not everyone. I care about what my friends think more than i'd Like to let on. But i don't always show it, because what if they aren't my real friends? What if they're talking about me using mean words when i'M not around? What if they are my friends now, but we stop being friends?If they knew how much what they said affected me, and we fought, they could leverage that. I'm easy to bait into a fight or whatever. Not a physical fight, but a word fight. If i argue with my friends and they leverage that, then I'm going to be more hurt than them, because i dont want to say something that would cut deep. So i lie. And i pretend.
I'm not happy as i might seem all the time. Or as sad. I just am bleh.
I'm a mean person sometimes. I think horrible stuff and regularly imagine horrible things happening to me friends. I guess I'm a pirate now. Anyways, its not that I really want my friends to be impaled on m y fork, but for a split second, i do.
Boomslang vipers are cool but also scary. They make you bleed from all your offices until you die. It can take up to five days.
Sometimes i want to scream in the middle of nothing happening because of no reason in particular, i just do.
Things are less fun now. It sucks. A lot.
I hate it when adults say you were better or more fun ore more imaginative or whatever as a little kid. It just makes me feel bad.
This has been refreshing, and I challenge you to write what you're thinking without hitting backspace
Trust me on this one
YOU ARE READING
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