Novel Titanic
the miserable life of a miserable teenager
goldfish crackers
“You can’t eat those, they’re for school lunches.”I just wanted to be me.
But they didn’t like that.
I cry whenever I hear a song that reminds me of her. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
Her. The truest me I will ever be.
I just wish she stuck around a little longer.
Why’d she have to go, so fast?
One noise and she ran like a deer in headlights.
Come back and eat your goldfish crackers.
Please, for me?
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