ilikedflaffybetter

School was drag for me “way back when”. In fifth grade every day was a struggle to get out of bed. I just couldn’t see the point. It had been that way my whole life…mostly because I was an outcast. Not that I really wanted friends. I was what you might call a “loner”. I didn’t want friends because all my life everyone I had trusted had betrayed me. My best friend moved away and my other best friend hit me in the head with a metal pole for not giving him a poke’mon card. That day was no different. I forced myself to get up and, like always, went into my mother’s room, begging her not to make me go