Oh, I just remembered!
There was this one girl who was a year or two behind my class in high school.
She was a big-haired boy obsessed waste of space.
After she got shot and killed by some loser, she was suddenly the community's patron saint.
If *I* had gotten shot in high school, more people would have realized how perfect I was.
There was this one girl who was a year or two behind my class in high school.
She was a big-haired boy obsessed waste of space.
After she got shot and killed by some loser, she was suddenly the community's patron saint.
If *I* had gotten shot in high school, more people would have realized how perfect I was.
