today i'm writing an ugly poem consisting of ugly habits and ugly thoughts
2026-05-26
when my friends do not respond,
i think they do not like me.
hey, world doesn't revolve around you,
to each the world revolves around each.
uglier than the poem itself, this attempt at coping,
i hate when my friends do not respond.
i wish i had a girlfriend who i'd,
who i'd devote everything,
and none to my friends.
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