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☁️🌻🥀Now I'm Sad🥀🌻☁️

No one reads these anyways. But Reader can play the guitar, and is depressed. Pretend you wrote this song.  Also! Crywank is my favourite band and I really want you guys to check them out. Because they are so underrated and should be more popular. So please check them out  tanks. Now to the story

I pulled out my guitar and played with the strings a bit. Testing it and humming a bit. Then I grabbed my notebook with all my songs and lyrics I have. I opened it and played about the laziest one I wrote. Didn't consist of much guitar, but it was decent.

"My concept of happiness is completely based on fiction

Accustomed to disappointment from the human condition

I've been fed exaggerated emotions and I've taken them as wisdom

Romance has torn me a new one, and now, and now I'm sad

And now I'm sad"

I shut my eyes and really felt the words, pouring my heart into my singing. Even though I have been struggling with my anxiety and depression for a hot minute now, I find happiness in my music. It's like, when I'm singing. Nothing else matters

"Try and fish for some compliments, try and find some self worth

Try to fall in love with another person, try to be loved by the earth

But when you're met with constant let downs, it feels like things can only get worse

Expectation tore me a new one, and now, and now I'm sad"

I'm sad. And that's all there really is to say. Love never really got me anywhere. And it's not like it's going too. But I mean... there is somebody. I won't say I love him. I just really really like him.

"And now I'm sad

Hindsight fucked me up, the past facilitates resentment

And I get told not to dwell on it, and to live for the present

Living in first person is hard when you're not on a track

And if the present is a gift then I want to send it back"

Honestly, is life itself is a gift, can I return it? I wanna send it back. Because sometimes, living itself makes me upset.

"And now I'm sad

And now I'm sad

And now I'm sad

And now I'm sad

Roger Ebert said, 'If you have to ask what it symbolises then it didn't'

And I try to work my way around this by being blatant

I've got tonnes of wasted metaphors across my writing pad

But the only thing I feel honest in expressing is the fact that I am sad"

I let out a sigh as I finished, and then I heard slow clapping. Fuck, someone heard me. As much as I love singing, I don't like singing in front of other people. It terrifies me. Still shocked, I turned around and saw the smug look of BakaHoe Katsuckmydick.

Yea I like him, but he pisses me off. Something about him, it confuses me.

"Great singing."

"I can't tell if you're being sincere or sarcastic."

"Whatever, how long have you been singing?"

"A year or so. So uh, why are you here? Ay my house?..."

"It's not like I want to be here, but stupid Aizawa made me bring you the homework since you were out today."

"Oh. Where is it?" I asked looking at his hands, he didn't have a bag or anything, he wasn't even in his uniform.

"I didn't grab it."

"What? Then why? Ugh."

"Don't give me attitude, shitty girl. I forgot your homework so what. I came here to tell you something anyways."

Silence. "What is it?" I asked setting my guitar next to me.

"Be my fucking girlfriend. If you say no, I'll burn your house down and kill you."

"Okay."

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yea, I'm down with being your girlfriend."

"Okay."

Silence.

"About that song you were singing?"

"Yea?"

"Are you actually sad?"

Not that. I hate talking about feelings. I wrote that song this morning, when I was just feeling a bit out of it. But it's not like he really cares... he's just trying to be nice. "Sometimes. Not all the time."

"Do you want to talk about?"

"Not really."

"You wanna watch Netflix?"

"Sure."

We spent the rest of the day watching Voltron. I forced him too, he wanted to watch some action movie, bitch  we watching anime today hoe!

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