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m i k i - c h a n O:
Miki-chan. 8th grade. 13 years old. the city of rain. my life is not that exciting. but blogging it out seems like the best cure for this shitty life of mines; although I doubt anyone reads it. its not that it matters though.
Miki-chan. 8th grade. 13 years old. the city of rain. my life is not that exciting. but blogging it out seems like the best cure for this shitty life of mines; although I doubt anyone reads it. its not that it matters though.
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I’m sick of this
I’m so sick of being the one that everyone replaces for someone better, today my friend lost something, so she told me she was going to get it. Then after lunch she went to go get it during passing period; but she took my best friend with her. I felt so hurt, and later during 5th period my best friend was waiting for me. She bragged about how she got a “engangment” present from the friend that lost something. It was a beautiful necklace, it was something I’ve always wanted. It was lightblue but not really that blue. It looked so pure and shiny, it hurts so much to know that she likes my best friend way better than me. It was a birthday present. But it was so beautiful, i’m so jealous of my best friend. She’s pretty and popular, she’s smart and skinny, and she’s just so perfect. She cares about people and shes rich so she could get presents for people that aren’t really her friends. I hate this feeling, compared to me. I’m ugly and poor, boring and unpopular, fat and stupid. I sometimes even want to cry over the fact that shes even hanging out with me. It hurts so much how much I’m being compared to, that I’m lower than her. I feel so low.
Mind racing. Knees shaking. Stomach dropping. Heart stopping. Tongue tied. Eyes wide. I never realized how unhealthy love is.
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practically my life. (strawberries and pomegranates)
