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Here is my contribution to the lfls fandom @eternalglitch
no wonder i was treated like that
Ok I'm still thinking and everything that I can think about is either negative towards the teachers, like that time the theater teacher put me an 1 because I didn't go to the exam and "I didn't have a justification" (then I proceed to show him my 34 stitches in my head from the brain surgery I had that day); It's very random and isn't related to my teachers at all like how they gave us space to do weird shit for presentations and stuff, like we would go to the school's radio (no one listened it which gave us space to fuck around) and make our own commercials; or like very personal and vulnerable moments which did involved the teachers like how my friends and I got exempted of the lasts exams of the year because the mother of one of us passed away..
God I look like a little boy who's mother dressed him this morning and forgot to brush his hair
Of course you wouldn’t be going, dances were never your thing. You told me they weren’t but then again you said you would go for me and dance with me because I’m the only one you would do it for (I should’ve just asked you to dance with me right then and there just so I could know how it felt to sway and be held by you even though we were just in my small room and we weren’t listening to any music) I’m just so annoyed that it hurts my heart hearing you say you wouldn’t be going... I mean I’m supposed to be over you. I still secretly hope that I would get to have you in my arms when it comes to our “last’s”. Because I know after this year I won’t have an excuse to just see you. I also noticed how your eyes cut to me when you said that... I don’t know if I’m reading too much into it. I’m kindve hoping it was because you too were imaging what it be like if we both went, together. God how I wish that’s what you imagine. I keep remembering how you told me you mess things up and if you “messed us up” you would always have feelings for me because I was that person to you... but you know, the odds are against me. You left me. There wasn’t any problem, I didn’t do anything wrong. You just didn’t want to be with me. So what gives you the right to look at me knowing you hurt me and that we talked about doing these things together?
First day of Senior Year™ tomorrow and I want to die
I’m currently remembering why I hate my classes
conspiracy theory: water isn’t actually wet