the miserable life of a miserable teenager

goldfish crackers



“You can’t eat those, they’re for school lunches.”I just wanted to be me.

But they didn’t like that.

I cry whenever I hear a song that reminds me of her.

Her. The truest me I will ever be. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

I just wish she stuck around a little longer.

Why’d she have to go, so fast?

One noise and she ran like a deer in headlights.

Come back and eat your goldfish crackers.

Please, for me?


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