You didn't tell me anything.
No one ever tells me anything.
You know what I did during history?
I cried.
I put my head down in my arms and cried.
Then the teacher told me I could escape to the restroom and I cried more there. More and more and more.
How could you?
Even Sophie, who I am not the best of friends with, told me that much.
What, you want me to stop everything that I am doing and check up on you? To ruin my fun just so that I can know?
I'm always the last to know things. No one ever tells me anything. And I only find out by eavesdropping, or they tell me last. The very last.
I feel like I am losing this fight. I can't convey to you how much the weight of everything is crushing me. You misunderstand it. I hate it when people misunderstand me. Anything about me. Especially when I am pouring my heart out into a glass jar for people to view.
I ended up pouring it onto someone who can do nothing. Who doesn't understand anything. And who probably doesn't even care. That upset me, so I turned again, further. To a different person who is so far away yet closer than what is becoming of this.
Stop leaving me all alone. I don't want to be alone.
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