When I was in 3rd grade, I said “damn” and the teacher heard me, so I told her I was doing a project on beavers, but I kind of freaked out that she would find out I was lying, so I actually made a diorama about a beaver dam just so no one would know I swore.
"hello 911 i’d like to report a murder in th-" "haha, wow you’re a little snitch. hold on a sec. HEY DAVE, CHECK OUT THIS FUCKIN SNITCH ON LINE THREE"
Trusting people is becoming hard
Keeping my grades up is becoming hard
Feeling pretty is becoming hard
Thinking happy thoughts is becoming hard
Doing work is becoming hard
Maintaining a friendship is becoming hard
Doing everything is becoming hard and I don’t like it