the miserable life of a miserable teenager

They walked.

I watched them slowly get up and decide to turn around, past the walls they once broke down, and back to wherever they came from.

I could’ve told them to stop. Come back.

But what’s the point? For them to stay today and squirm again, tomorrow?

I don’t have the spirit to keep them around.

All they do is bum me out more.

Make me see how tragic my life truly is. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Or how good it could it be.

Who has the time? Just leave me lonely.