10-29-15
life isn't fucking amazing. it's a horrible feeling, to cry in a bathroom stall. making sure your hair is covering your face. then walking out and just pretending that everything is fucking okay. no not crying because i got hit by a ball, which my best friend aimed at me — purposely. no it's because even though when i threw the ball and it grazed your head. you took and hit it in my eye, until the pain was just to much. but now i do realize that my lovely best friend.
I've lost you, I've completely lost you.
the worst part is, i think it's my fault.
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Sweet Nothing
Poetryshe pretended she was okay because she didn't want them to know how sad she was [highest ranking: #90 poetry]
