i used to sing songs when i was down. but last year i quit choir because i didn't have any friends in that class. now i just write crappy short stories online because i think i have a hidden talent and will be famous but in reality, no one gives a shit.
i hate being the friend thats stepped on. the one that isn't given respect. i hate being that person. i hate being the one that is not only looked down upon, but misunderstood and i will admit that many times, i'll also misunderstand others. but bottom line, i hate being that friend. why couldn't i be the friend that constantly gets glorified? why can't i be that friend. or can i be one thats appreciated?
today is june 18, 2020. its my ex best friends birthday. i spend my days crying, moping, pretending im a sucessful person, and occasionally doing things i enjoy. other than that, i just do chloe ting. fuck chloe ting, i didn't even finish todays workout. fuck that. fuck my life.
and i hate feelings. why do feelings exist? why are they here? why are they here? why am i here?
to be completely honest, i don't know. i had a crush. well, not crush- a slight infatuation is a better way to put it. i truly loved her.
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Short Storyhey guys! its @snappedfics. this is a compilation of short story ideas i have and decided to write about. if this blows up or anything, plz tell me which stories u would like me to continue. also, if you have other short story prompts you would lik...
