Days spent in this hellhole won’t matter one day. The prettiest girl will just be that Planned Parenthood prima donna. One day, I’ll be a success and I won’t remember you. One day, I won’t wish I was dead. After all, there’s more to life than high school, right?
This isn’t the glamourous life they always depicted in high school dramas sold to elementary pre-teens. I guess the glass is half empty for every glare taker. Not forever, right? Snickers and insults don’t always last forever. You’re not always the person you were. I don’t want to be this way for the rest of my life. I don’t want my best relationship to be with an online blog. I don’t want to have to settle for eaves-dropping because no one cares what I think. I don’t want to look back on my life and only see a girl walking alone through a crowded hallway and feeling more alone than she does when she’s just staring out a window. I want you to know my name and who I am. I want you to wish you were me.
Don’t make me this failure forever.
I’m the comeback kid that keeps coming back to every mistake she made. So let’s just spin around and fall down. I’m sick of speaking words without comprehending my thoughts. I’m tired of getting glared at for being here. Let me fliy like a bird to someone who doesn’t care who I was in high school. I won’t be this girl, I won’t. And you won’t be so composed and popular when the love of your life meets his dream boyfriend too. One day when these words have decayed, this won’t destroy me anymore.
One day, we’ll be beautiful.
Maybe one day we could be rockstars.
Less Than Three;
Rikki [says one word with one-thousand pictures]