In fairy tales and legends, it is explicit that romance would make it through improbabilities, boy meets girl, beating up dragons and wicked witches for a happy ever after. I have my own story. And its own real big monsters, too. I don't know how I would call it that's why its "Some Story". I don't know how to tell it because I can't. To fucking hell with the world because I can't tell it! Sometimes those fairy tales are more real than my realities.
I didn't go to class today. I said I would but I didn't. I can't. I just can't. Because you can't break down in a class of 45. And I can't either stay in my room. I need to be somewhere else right now. Or feel something else. Make me. This feeling is poison.
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I didn't go to class today. I said I would but I didn't. I can't. I just can't. Because you can't break down in a class of 45. And I can't either stay in my room. I need to be somewhere else right now. Or feel something else. Make me. This feeling is poison.
