Twirling and Swirling

Sometimes, you really have to think before you talk. Really.

I don't blame you, I blame neither of you, cos I wasn't even speaking up loud.

But even if I did, will you shut up? I don't know. I didn't speak up, did I?

No, I think you'll simply see it as a sign of jealousy.

Or maybe it is.

It's pathetic, really.

I'm pathetic.

But it hurts. A lot.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me, bullshit.

I was this close to hurling that book to your face and scream, think about me. For once... Please.

Can't you see it on my face? The sign? The pain? No?

I'm not mad at you. Seriously, I'm not. It's just, well, really inconsiderate of you. That's all.

I should've speak up anyway.

To you guys, who were there when I was, well, tearing up during recess, I'm sorry for making things so awkward for you guys. And I'm grateful that you, you there, actually skipped recess to keep me company :) <3

Jane.