I Want To Hug The Moon, It Looks Like She Would Like One

I want to hug the moon, it looks like she would like one

today there was this 'girls talk' assembly in my school and it's about menstruation awareness but the thing was only girls were told to attend this assembly because apparently, only girls should be aware of it and the irony is they were telling us how we shouldn't be hesitant about it, especially in front of the boys and boys were not welcomed there. Like???????

i was talking with someone and asked if they had friends. They answered, "i know a bunch of people but they're not really my friends" like totally got where they were coming from and totally related to that, but you know what i said? i was like, 'oh. well. everyone's my friend' and deep down my inner voices were screamingly reminding me that 'a friend to all is a friend to none' but anw

this girl was bitching about me and when I found out, she said she is sorry not because she actually was but because I found out, basically, she got exposed and all okay but ykw she said to me she was like- "I am really sorry yaar flow flow mein bol diya tha tu toh hai bhi 'therapist friend' toh maaf kardegi na. We good?" 'we good?' jaaye tel lene, mtlb yaar chomu bhi mein banu aur dyaalu bhi aur god ji I was toh flabbergasted. She was acting all 'not my fault' about what she did like totally avoiding being accountable for her actions, the AUDACITY

I had dinner with my father right there, across from him. Later, when I was in my room, he called me and was like, 'Why aren't you having dinner?' I mean, am I invisible? I guess I am like I used to wonder before, but now I'm pretty convinced yayay

there's something about the moon otherwise why would the poets of that time go crazy and write tons of poetry about her? I totally get them. I look at the same moon those poets used to look at and I absolutely adore the moon as much as they did or maybe even more