Aren't I a little spammer now? I crave attention. ._. And it's five in the morning. And I'm up Coughing. Momma thinks it's bronchitis. Momma also thinks the world will implode if you don't take your shoes off when you come inside. I don't know why I'm referencing my mother as momma. It felt fitting. I don't know why I write as if I'm creating a poem, when clearly I'm not. Obviously. Roses are red Violet means purple This poem confuses me. I'm sleepy. Fuck it, no one cares what I do, because I'm unimportant! Go read fan fiction. Some of the stuff is good. It needs the people with the eyes and the reading.
Fever, maybe? Damn, don't tell me you've got the blues. I'm thinking about skipping school tomorrow...