Stabilo pens

Today was… is a sad day. I knew it from the moment I sat down, got comfortable, at ease and felt the love of the Friday. Of going to school. I opened my backpack, it was too late to do anything, so I let it happen… I never thought a sad day, caused by forgetting pens, would turn into so much more than a phrase. It became a statement. Although, now, my pens are displayed messily in their organized colors, I have never wanted to see the day where I was hesitant to use a color, a powerful one.. like purple. My first choice was black. It was gothic, so I chose purple. Mainly for you. I didn’t know how such roles play out in which I stated it was a sad day to the degree of just forgetting my Stabilo Pens…

… I want to lay down and cry and be sad, something is *preventing it. Maybe it’s’ the fact that I know I can wait. Maybe it’s cause I don’t want my eyes being puffy for tomorrow. Or maybe it’s the because I have more important matters to worry about and I know I’m going to have to start adoring being lonely for the love, because I’m starting now and writing this is helpful.

Jada-LYN