I don’t even know who I am.
How am I supposed to know who I am to you.
I am NOT mad
I’m just a confused soul
adrift in the ocean of uncertainties
I thank god on the daily that I don’t have an iPhone or read reports.
You are like the moon there is one side of you I can’t see.
I guess I will just write an entire essay tomorrow morning before school like the procrastinating little shit I am.
I love your sweet comments.
They are candy to my ears.