Think abt it. Me, awake n downstairs on d com rammin tha keyboardz wiv ma itchy-fied fingers.. doze pesky lil onez. Meanwhile, mom is upstairs blastin tha hairdryer at maximum force. Ma cellphonez missin out on an assigned ringtone… *sigh* dad? he’s out… while ma kakz waaay fast asleep. Datz how quiet ma life was tha past few dayz… yeah well, texts askin “howz ya 1st day in sch Jess?” bluntly ignored n not fuhgettin, deleted. Aint nice 2tok about.. so why shud i?
Agree or not, ive been rather reserved these days… but i dun exhibit dat new-found character ov mine. N i dun wish to. Juz like a waste machine (in reference 2me), how da fukk is it gonna friggin function if therez a piece missin? Obviously, it wont. It’ll probably blow up all tha waste n mud-mask our entire city.. yeah, pilez n pilez ov dung dat will take yearz to disintegrate. Datz how it has been 4me…. blowin ma erratic temper at mom n keepin silent 4tha rest ov tha day.
Funny how a missin piece can malfunction a huge waste machine.
im out…—- nitez.
waitin 4yr return dear~
perhapz we can meet 2nite… over tha rainbow.. do patch ma missin puzzle too==
*sigh* kidz n their fairytales…. wait, do i mean me?