Thriller5 is who you know since last year.

The story of this is heartbreaking for me to say that I am yet falling into depression.

This is why...

Vashuan Smith who was my friend seemed to be joking on me and my friends for no reason. I'm like why the hell are you messing with them when they didn't do anything to you? So anyway, he asks me what color shirt I'm wearing and I answered "blue". So he seems to make a joke all about it and try to get the others to laugh? What the fuck is so funny about judging someone about what they wear? He even tried to joke on my friends clothes. All this was during our last period in gym.

I bet if I joke on his clothes he'll shut up then with those swim shorts he probably brought them from home to school and act like they are gym clothes.

Here's another friend of mine Kyree Pitt.

I first met Kyree in the 7th grade and now that we are 8th grade.  It's like every time I say "Hi Kyree" or "Hey Ky", he seems interested in this Lizabeth whos in my class for every period except for 5th or 6th. She didn't do anything wrong to me and she is friendly.  The thing is that Kyree hardly even notices me anymore. What am I, a ghost?

Ja'Quan Jefferson is a friend also in my stories I shared. But to put this way he acts as if I'm not here to say hi friend or anything.

Charlie Thomas and Jackson Liverman are my friends and not to mention who are only interested with other boys who they talk to mostly. I know I hate to put this but they suck.

Delexus Vincon

I tried to spell her last name. Delexus understands that I can't handle a conversation with other girls that might not let me fit in.

Jada Perry is my Bestfriend in the world and I know we kind of talk to each other sometimes but mostly I just want to talk to her all the time to get rid of some of my shyness away. No hard feelings right?

The thing is about my friends is that...they hardly even care about how I try to show my happy side when they turn it into a an upsetting kind of way. Yes, I know you guys think I'm going to cry all the time! NOT! Fuck it if you guys don't care about I care mostly. I care about you all and you care about me.

Even though we're almost going to the high school this year after the End of Grade test in May. At least give me your numbers so that way I'll call you to here your voices again so that I won't  forget you.

This message is spreaded out for the school in Murfreesboro Middle school that had made me feel this way.

I maybe different then you guys at least talk to me so that way I won't cry about this. You won't hear me sing, be kind, your friend,  or do the Michael Jackson dances to you like those years back. I guess we'll say bye when we see each other again....bye.