All of the people that I'm close with are happy and have good grades and are insanely pretty and have a boyfriend or a male that they talk with.
And- and I, don't really have anyone, or anything, or any feelings, or looks about me.
No one is concerned-I could use a better word- no one asks how I am, and if they do, which is a rare event, I feel pressured to lie, because I don't want to burden them with my issues, so I respond with, "I could be better."
These people haven't truly done anything wrong, I guess my face is just getting a tiny bit green with envy.
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Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
