I'm not really leftout so much as just...forgotten, sometimes. my friends will walk off together, linking arms, laughing, and I'll jump off the playground and just watch them leave, until the bell rings and I finally follow them. I walk slowly and watch the ducks run around, flying off and landing again. And I wish I could be like them, flying away whenver I wanted, without really caring about anything.
But that's okay. When I think about it, there's no point in friends or love, except just some things to keep us occupied until our death-day arrives. Right?
But then I see my friend, and she turns, and waves for me to come, but I don't. I'm glad she remembered me, but....whatever. I wrote a poem when I got back to class. It was a smelly poem. I was surprised the other classes weren't running away from the stink.
I put it back in my desk, with my other bad poem, Rain(I'd written it on a rainy day).
Later my friend told me she stopped, but the other girls didn't. I almost laughed, but held it in, because, well, that would just be rude. I'm not really mad anymore, it's just, this happens a lot. Okay, so not a lot, just...occasionally.
If you were me you wouldn't feel to good, either. Well, I'm bored. I'm going to go back and admire my diary. No poetry until I learn how to write it, sorry.
Bye.
Kepp writing and I will too
luv yah