*searches for poems*
This is one of the poems I wrote when I was in 8th Grade.
My language ability wasn't as good as it currently is, so... forgive my errors.
This is the best one I wrote that year, I think...
Again, this was written two years ago.
At least I can still remember it. *writes down in journal*
You have a very realistic nightmare and throughout the entire dream, you were convinced that everything happening was real.
Dear Anonymous(es),
Please don't ignore me in my time of need.
Otherwise, I won't be able to call you my friends. There.
I'm currently in a state of denial with myself.
Please don't treat me like a freak.
Try listening.
Thank you.
Anonymous.