sorry for all the things i’ve said
about hatred and stuff.
feelings don’t make sense anymore.
i heard you sent screenshots
of our conversations
to cooper,
and i don’t know who else.

i only wrote those things
because you hadn’t been active
on hello poetry.
i thought you were done.
maybe you will be,
i should stop checking.

i’m glad you’re doing better than me.
it’s not hard though,
when your competition
is only still alive
because of a stupid pinky promise
to her mom.

i think i’m gonna
skip some school tomorrow.
i have another doctor’s appointment,
and my mom has off
so we’re gonna hang out a little.
it was her idea,
probably because her child
wants to die.

i’m sitting in the wawa parking lot
because it’s too early
to go in for my shift.
so i’ll just sit here.
have a good practice,
or a bad one,
i don’t know
if i’m allowed to care anymore.