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Grah.
Hungry.
Sad.
Nehnehneh.
You weren't supposed to say, "ok" and let me hang up.
You were supposed to call back.
You aren't supposed to feel different to me.
This isn't supposed to hurt.
I am not supposed to cry.
They are supposed to let me be with my friends.
You're supposed to hug me tightly like you used to.
*sigh* I am not supposed to be typing.
I should draw.
Or think about how she is better than me.
How she can play and I can't.
How that hurts real bad.
And I just wann a smash my guitar to bits.
And die.
Painfully
Hungry.
Sad.
Nehnehneh.
You weren't supposed to say, "ok" and let me hang up.
You were supposed to call back.
You aren't supposed to feel different to me.
This isn't supposed to hurt.
I am not supposed to cry.
They are supposed to let me be with my friends.
You're supposed to hug me tightly like you used to.
*sigh* I am not supposed to be typing.
I should draw.
Or think about how she is better than me.
How she can play and I can't.
How that hurts real bad.
And I just wann a smash my guitar to bits.
And die.
Painfully