Why was he there? I didnt need to see him, I didnt want to either. I mean who would? His big ugly scandal-like face peering in my window of social studies class.
I was trying to focus! Why couldn't he see that? If I only had a sharp enough pencil (that could go through glass) I would poke him.
I lied.
I'm not sorry either.
Who would want to admit to having an addiction?
🤨
He's not ugly. Which is annoying! If he was ugly then I could hate him much more. I would forget his face amongst all the ugly faces in the school.
I wouldn't worry about being focused on drawing such a horrid art of his face. His joking expression. I DON'T GET BUTTERFLIES STOP CLAIMING THAT!
*clears throat*
I get goosebumps. Why did I draw him? ON MY BELOVED EMPTY PAGE OF A NEW SKETCHBOOK THAT COSTED ME MY LAST AMOUNT OF CASH THAT WASN'T CARD TYPE! It was a good sketchbook too.
Until I filled it up with him.
NOW I don't get to confuss.
He did it himself.
He took it.
He showed the world.
He is a name now.
He is my boyfriend.
