dream~fack

tired

i wish i was normal. if i was they wouldn't hurt me anymore.
it's day 82 of being at my new school, and i still hate it.
"oh, it'll get better" they said. lies
"you'll make friends soon enough" lies
"they're just teasing you, they really like you" lies, lies, lies.
i've learned not to mind them. it feels normal now, like a daily chore.
i used to be weak. i would cry and hurt myself because of them.
i didn't know i had someone out there.
well, i guess he's not real.
but he feels real
jack dylan grazer is that someone
the boy of my dreams...

in my dreams.

AH SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT
IF THIS ACTUALLY SEEMS OK AFTER I HAVE SOME PEOPLE REVIEW IT ILL UPDATE
JUST SEEMED LIKE A GOOD PLACE TO STOP
~Claire
your author ayee