I'm sorry
I'm such a screw up
that I miss people I claim I hate
that I can't bear it
that it's possible for me to be happy and sad
that I despise adolescents although I am one
that I am the one that gets pushed off the bed
I'm the one that loses and gains friends in 2 seconds
I'm too afraid to hurt myself
that I'm not naive which makes me boring
that I know what gets me in trouble
I want to die
I like a guy that's way out of my league
I'm ugly
I'm fat
guys don't like me
I haven't had my first kiss (which makes me less appealing)
I dream of a guy that wants me as much as I want him
I want to snuggle up to gabby
I want I wear our matching onesies
I want my life back
I'm sorry
can you forgive me
~Kaija Payge
YOU ARE READING
The Horrors of 8th Grade
Non-Fictionplease don't go. I know you won't. but just hold tight. and enjoy my ride.
