In literature class or so
I felt something.
I defenetly felt it before,
But this time it was way stronger.
It was something weird.
The next class was P.e which i hate.
I really didn't wanted to go.
I felt so fat.
I felt ugly and broken.
I don't know why.
Maybe because I was alone?
But autumn break is upon us,
And I'll be left alone again,
Without my best friend.
I feel so incomplete without you.
I just don't know.
I came home and my mom was
Kind of mad at me for not trying to study and have good grades.
I started crying,
I blamed it on studying.
I always do this.
But I'm closer to...