you dare steal my story i come to ur house and steal ur kneecaps and elbow caps and any other caps. . . . story down belowwwww
Ever since Miss. Meadhra left. Ever since Miss. Meadhra left with lung cancer. No one ever supported me. I miss that pat-on-the-back when she saw my drawings during free hour. And the brownies she brought on Fridays. The chocolatey goodness of the melted M&M's. ⠀ Saying I "miss" her would be an understatement. ⠀ Let's just say I have a speech disorder. I can't... talk. ⠀ I have so many thoughts and words and things to say in my head. But I can't ever say them. ⠀ And when I identified as a lesbian... well, things got complicated. ⠀ First of all, I couldn't tell anyone. ⠀ Second of all, Mummy and Daddy are homophobes. ⠀ And lastly, I'm weird. ⠀ . . . THAT'S IT FOR NOW MY BOOTIFUL PLANTS. CYA NEXT TIME <3
