if we talk and we get really close and stuff and then for like a while afterwards I don’t make much of an effort to talk to you
I’m really sorry
That’s just how I function and its not because I don’t like you anymore or I don’t think about you
I just forget a lot and want to be alone and I get wrapped up in myself and my life and I get distracted so I’m really sorry
TO: anyone who has ever been my friend ever
I freaked out after seeing this on Life. Oh man, once I get to see amazing butterfliers during swim season, I will remember these birds, the flying fish, and the basilisk lizard.
Also, I thought that octopodes shot out babies from their heads when Tammy explained it to me, but she clarified everything. No, they do not shoot an estimated ten thousand babies like machine guns from the tops of their heads.
I think that was his name. He looked white, but something tells me that he wasn’t. I had a flashback of him acting like a pigeon near the Hay Wagon. My mind assumes that he was near it, because I saw more of the yellow and blue monkey bars and a corner of the overhang basketballs got stuck on. My best guess is that he moved after the end of third grade; I don’t recall ever seeing him after that [or then (this should be researched), depending on blah blah blah]. He’s a lot like Luis! I remember him spelling “special” as “speshul” (neither of us confidently knew its true spelling at the time). He wore denim shorts, too.
I haven’t gone through my mid-life crisis yet, and I already have wrist pain. There’s minor back pain too. Whine whine complain. I am whincomplain, a normal type pokemon.