It makes me uncomfortable because I start worrying I wrote something bad about them- even though the answer is always no, because I am too self-absorbed to write about anyone other than myself. xD
I wrote this crap just now for reasons known only to myself. It's so pathetic, it's hilarious. So I had to post it.
Elegy for a Yellow Butterfly
in preschool i cried because i didn't
like my teachers, and so that i could leave.
i slammed the window on my brother's
hand, but that was an accident,
i swear.
i squeezed a yellow butterfly too hard
and cried because i thought its parents
would miss it. i sneaked into the kitchen
and ate a pink sweet, until i felt so bad i spat it
right out.
i don't like it that my friends are prettier than i am.
i still don't like my teachers, but i stopped
crying and i attend class anyway. i was sorry
i crushed my brother with the window,
i truly was.
i found out that butterflies don't have living parents
and i was the only one who missed it.
they don't make those pink sweets anymore,
but on chocolates and candies,
i binge.
i still am sorry about the yellow butterfly,
and when i slammed the window on my brother's hand,
i cried harder than he did.
I made such a big fuss about going to pre-kindergarten I attended it for only a few months. Those pink sweets are awesome and I'd eat only the pink or purple ones, and my dad would give them to little kids who visited his clinic. The window I slammed on my brother's hand was a miniature house window, and that was because I was trying to climb to the roof; he didn't cry.
And I still feel bad about the butterfly.
My phone's dying. I just checked the warranty, and it expired one day, two hours and forty-two minutes ago. What. The. Hell. Talk about bad timing! Jebus...
Poutingly Yours,
Caitlin
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