i wrote a poem for the beautiful funeral ceremony of a dead gerbil.
I wrote this for a class... It's a good one.
never will be.
I wrote this for a class.
Missing People from Dunlap. I miss the people from High School I saw everyday and maybe didn't talk to much, but they were always there. I miss seeing the girls from Jailbait wave hi to me in the halls. I miss the band kids, I miss the Teachers. I miss the classmates who were in my life by accident.
I miss the Familiarity of it all.
I don't hate a lot, but I do hate the cold. This story is really just me complaining about the winter.
To hopefully make your day brighter.