Depressed and angry at the world
I put a pencil between my teeth
My last resort
I hope with all I have
It will make me feel better
My mom once told me that the physical act of smiling could make you happy, and that putting a pencil between my teeth and not letting my lips touch it counts. Whenever I'm in kind of a bad moment like now I think of it. Sometimes I do it when I've tried everything else I can bare, like right now.
(This note was written by your clothes that you wear everywhere and see all that you do. Luckily, they don't care)