im going to find a way to delete every picture of me that has ever existed except for this one and then im going to fake my own death in a really shocking way so that it makes national news and then media outlets will have no pictures of me besides this one to use causing this picture to be on televisions and newspapers across the nation
fuck you guys at least nationwide is on my side
this one time in sixth grade i was waiting for my bus because it was late and this girl was cleaning out her locker and a teacher was helping her and all of the sudden the teacher started screaming and the girl started crying and all i heard was “YOU HAVE A GOLDFISH LIVING IN YOUR LOCKER??!!”
it was the summer of 7th grade going to 8th
a nigga was stressed and depressed
walking home like
“how the fuck did i manage to do this to myself”
on the brink of tears everyday scared to tell my mom
luckily they had this program
“read away your fees” or some shit like that
every half an hour you sat in the library and read it took 2 dollars off
my mother aint see me for about a month and a half.
some flowers just arrived for my sister but my mom thought they were for me.
and so she asked if they were from henry and of course i asked what the hell she was talking about
and she was like “henry, the boy you’re always talking about.”
she meant henry david thoreau.
i quote henry david thoreau so much my mom thought henry david thoreau was my boyfriend