Sunday, November 8, 2009





I could kill you.
Plunge a shining knife through your cold heart.
I hate being compared to you, yet I always am, to all of you.
I will never be as great as any of you.
I will never be the 'hot' friend. I will always be that little bit less appealing then all of you.
I will never be the 'smart' friend.
I am shit at writing and your amazing.
'But the other thing is, it's not her writing style, that's how I could tell'
Well I'm sorry Mrs Renney, I appologise for my lack of talent.
I am sorry that I will never truly be an amazing drawer.
I will never make it in this world.
No interests, no talents.
I may as well pick up the knife now.
Oh, and now I don't even get graded, woo..
Why did I give it to you to copy?
Because your my friend.
If you didn't give me something to copy I would get over it, I would live.
But you, you wouldn't forgive me, you would freeze me until you got what you wanted.
That's why I gave it to you.
And now look whats happened.

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