Walking along e cold, lifeless long empty corridors alone.
Seeing unfamiliar faces within e classrooms.
Two tables, only one taken up.
I try to start a conversation but all turns to a silent whisper to myself.
I go left, they go right.
Nothing turns out right.
WHY MY NEW CLASS LIKE SHYT LIKE THAT !!! SO SHYTTY. FUCKING BITCH STILL DIAO ME. SO FAT ALREADY STILL DIAO. I HATE MY NEW CLASS. I WANT 114.
I actually hate YJ.
i know no one, i'm only a follower and whatever i say'll prolly fall on deaf ears. my existence is of no importance. yes, you smile but what's behind that facade?
Maybe I'm just too lost.
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