I still have two seats next to me in every class,
But I no longer spend the whole class whispering about pointless things,
I look at my screen and watch the minutes tick by.
Why? Because you two aren't by my side.
I still have a million lame things to say, but there's no one really to listen.
Why?
Because nobody else accepts me like you three.
I miss talking my heart out, I miss having you listen. I miss having you roast me.
I'm trying to write this like a poem but leaving spaces won't make this rhyme but fuck it I just want it to make sense.
Every now and then I think how different things would be.
If it could just be you three. With me
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Just Another Diary
Non-FictionThis isn't a story. It's a collection of thoughts, thoughts I'm sure all teens go through.
