If anyone in the twenty-second century finds my poems and they’re considered classics and all that I can just imagine a teacher being like:
“Okay, class, who actually read Ivy’s famous ‘Um, Title?'”
But by then we might not have teachers…whoa…those lucky kids. Sorry my teachers make me go insane every day and I’m so ready to say goodbye _____________!
Sorry. Here’s poetry.
the teacher pissed me off
and maybe i was talking louder than necessary
but then she turned around
“Wow, that’s the loudest I’ve ever heard Ivy speak!”
in that case
but you wouldn’t know that,
wrapped up in your little bubble of
prettiness and popularity
I don’t know if you can call that poetry but there it is. This actually happened today and I thought girl you must be deaf because I am loud as fuck all the time and you only notice today – a week and a half before the end of eighth grade? We’ve been in the same class for nine months. Ugh.
Our semi-formal is this weekend – honestly it’s yet another popularity contest but hell yeah I’m going. Only because of my friends. Because I don’t have a date. Because I will be forever alone. 😅😜
There’s always Ohio Boy. Who asked me out. I honestly have no idea how that happened. He called me cute and I thought um, excuse me, do you need glasses? (I degrade myself too much). Of course I had to say no since my mom controls my life and would get pissed off to no end…but it happened…and I wanted to say yes…so does that count?
My life is a mess, but school’s almost over! Four more exams to go, and one’s tomorrow, but I’m pretty good at Spanish.
I will end up dying from too many heart attacks one after another – test stress, semi-formal, the pool party I miraculously got invited to, Ohio Boy…..
Sorry for the rant if you actually read this. And thank you guys for your unending support!
Also I couldn’t find a picture of screaming that didn’t look terrible so…