laugh, and the world laughs with you
i’ve actually been in a good mood over these last few months, but it’s nice to get some things off my chest
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THAT GIRL is a manipulative marionette who loves to take the reigns on the situation, even if it means ripping them out of someone else’s hands. you used to go out with her. it, uh, ended up with her breaking up with you.
i still remember this day very clearly, you know. i was holding a sandwich in my hand, walking out of the cafeteria and down a hallway. she met up with you and said
i don’t think i feel the same way as i did before
those words hurt a lot. enough to take the enjoyment out of that sandwich. i wrapped it up and held it. tossed it up and down. the rest of the walk down the hallway was rather awkwardly silent, amongst the chatter that normally goes on in the hallways of typical high schools. she talked, but i don’t think i remember what she said. or rather, i don’t think i was quite listening. i do remember putting my hand on her shoulder after the end of the long walk, and saying
i understand.
but i didn’t. but then again, i was a child. i didn’t understand her, and i guess i still don’t.
i hear that she’s engaged now.
hey - i don’t think about you at all anymore, truthfully. but when i am somehow reminded of you, there are plenty of good memories. i wish you well. please forgive my cowardice in not telling you to your face.
