The teacher told us that we have to write about the things we want, think or whatever.
I mean, do you even remember what being young is like?
Dude, half the time I don't know who's talking to me AND USUALLY THEY JUST TOLD ME THEIR NAMES A FEW MINUTES AGO.
But am I going to ask them their names again? ABSOLUTELY NO.
Am I going to change my mind? Also no.
Is that a bad idea? Of course it is you don’t have to ask that!
Imagine this, I’m walking waiting nothing from the life and all of a sudden one of them GREETS ME, I’m going to be like “hey, how are you doing? (Mentally thinking “please don’t ask me if I remember you cause I don’t”) you know what? I’M SUPER LATE FOR SOMETHING, LATER! And that’s how I’m going to die alone without friends.
I don’t know the kind of deep things she wants us to write about.
I just know that I want to be happy, that’s the life about.
I. DON’T. KNOWWWW. And that’s a true story 😌🤚.
Even though I’m like Jon Snow and know nothing I’m going to give you all two unsolicited advices.
Say “thank you”, to your parents, to your waitress, to the random stranger in the bank who keeps the door open for you... it doesn’t matter, just SAY IT, I hate when people don't do it, I mean who raised you, a duck? (Cause I have to tell you that those creatures are completely SAVAGES) 🦆🔥
Be kind even on your bad days, with everybody, your parents, your siblings, your teachers even if they force you to do strange things like this, don’t be a moron, the world needs nice people.