WGHAT TH E FCUKIGN
Just searching for a place I’ll fit in.
this speaks to me
The year is 2540, a student in history class notices something off about his textbook. “How come these textbooks skip the years 1990 through 1999?” The teacher puts his air-marker down on the table, lowers his head, and sighs. “Because…” he lifts his head, a single tear rolls down his cheek, “… only 90’s kids remember the 90’s”
I wish I was one of those people who got txts from people genuinely wanting to hang out and do stuff. My “friends” don’t even txt me really, and it makes me wonder if I’ll ever find people who truly like me and want to be around me. Maybe it’s my bad karma- should have been better in the past I think. It just kind of sucks. I know sitting in my bed on a Friday night shouldn’t really bother me in the scheme of things, but it does.