she didn’t even care that we didn’t speak for a week. :/ it’s like it doesn’t matter…maybe i just don’t exist. well, i suppose it is true: no one likes me, i’m not worth anyone’s time. i’m the only one that seems to get torn apart at these things. why, then, should i care? why. why. why. i sigh. i wish i could let all this out (in some other...
that feel when
you haven’t gotten a single text message in over a week. well, that’s a lie. i got a few texts on saturday warning about severe thunderstorms in boston, but… yeah. sometimes it feels like the whole world hates me. :/ sometimes…sometimes it’s just hard, sometimes you just have to push on, hard as it may seem.
In third grade: Learn cursive, you will use it for the rest of your life
Middle School: Write in cursive if you want, but make sure it's readable
High School: Please don't write in cursive
College: If you do not type it I will not grade your paper