Sometimes I just wish I was someone’s first choice?
I don’t want to be cherished or any of that unnecessary bs,
I’m fine with my grades though they’re B’s.
My hairs fine though I’ve been needing a trim.
Most of my clothes are wrinkled since I folded them wrong the last time I did my laundry.
Though apart of me is missing and I can’t explain it.
It feels like someone ripped out my heart and replace...