I crumple up another piece of paper and throw it as far as I can. I sigh in frustration as I watch the paper ball disappear in the mist at the cliffs base. I lay on my back, my legs dangling off the edge of the cliff, my notebook and pen beside me. Marcy (Marceline) had asked me to come up with a song that was happy and light so she could sing it at some kid’s party. I sigh to myself again as I turn on my side and open my notebook again. I just close my eyes as my hand starts to write, I don't pay attention to the words just try to focus on a happy feeling. I am not very good at happy stuff, never have been. I have always been a very pessimistic person so all I really thought of was stuff like "sorry that I exist" and I don’t have to prove anything to you" I open my eyes and start reading over the note. it read:
'I’m gonna bury you in the ground
I’m gonna bury you with my sound
I’m gonna drink the red from you pretty pink face
I’m gonna curse your name, wishing you never ending pain
sorry I don’t treat you like a god is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like your perfect like all your little loyal subjects do
sorry I’m not made of sugar am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me? I must be such an inconvenience to you
I guess I’m just your problem
I shouldn't have to justify what I do
I shouldn’t have to prove anything to you
I’m sorry that I exist and that I forgot what put me on your blacklist
I shouldn't have to be the one who makes up with you
so why does it feel like I should, why do I want to
I guess that’s why I want to bury you in the ground
I guess that’s why I want to bury you in my sound
I’m sorry that it’s this way but I don't know what else to say
I really didn't mean to push all my friends away
I’m just your problem
for that I’m sorry'
I groan and crumple the page up, throwing it down over the cliff
"still on that stupid thing with PB?" I say to myself in exasperation. I sigh heavily and gather my things, deciding to try again tomorrow.
