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Life has taught me that I am just a disposable cup.

Like this cup, I don’t have any value, once someone is done with what they want from me, I get discarded. When people are done with my friendship, or tired of my affection, or don’t need my help anymore, I get left behind. I am sometimes left on the table, or forgotten, or tossed in the trash. But all too often, I end up crushed along the side the road.

When I was in 2nd grade, my best friend had a sleepover for his friends. I wasn’t invited. I wasn’t popular enough, or good enough in sports, or cool enough. We had been best friends for 6 years, we grew up together. Then I was tossed aside. For the longest time, it hurt really bad. Now, it’s just a reminder of how little I’m worth.

Life has taught me that I am just a disposable cup.

Like this cup, I don’t have any value, once someone is done with what they want from me, I get discarded. When people are done with my friendship, or tired of my affection, or don’t need my help anymore, I get left behind. I am sometimes left on the table, or forgotten, or tossed in the trash. But all too often, I end up crushed along the side the road.

~Today’s outfit~

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Yule Art by Lady Viktoria 

"Fluffy Hobbitses!"

Finished it. This was a wonderful book.

Why did I wait so long to read this?

clarksville greenway // Elijah M. Henderson