this is cute and nice and based off of my obsession with dragon tales as a kid,
but when i was scanning this and reading it,
i got a little sad
because i remember moving to a different school and a different town when i was little
and not having any friends.
and i'd write all these little stories alone in class and at recess. and going through them,
i realize that all of the characters are animals and creatures that befriend me instantly. no people.
and i remember how no one really talked to me, 'the new kid, the short little kid with red hair and a weird voice'
and i remember little elementary me creating all of these fantasies.
why couldn't someone be my friend?
when i think about it more,
i remember than no one else had stories about them going off to fantastic worlds, with
all of their imaginary friends.
they all had stories of their real life friends,
playing games and going on vacations with them like they did in real life, too.
and i remember not having that,
and still not having that, because the friends i have now are all boys.
and i'm crying right now
for little third grade matches.
because i was so lonely
and that loneliness is kind of built into me now, scarred into me,
because i've had it for so long, they've been feeding it to me with all of this
and since i've had that cold loneliness for so long,
now that i finally have some good friends,
i still can't appreciate them like other people can
because there's a burning feeling
that they're just going to leave me too.
because everyone else has
ahhh why am i so sad
i was nice then, too
why didn't anyone want to be my friend?
so i wouldn't have to make dragons take me to their world?
and kangaroos play video games with me?
and dinosaurs letting me ride them through some jungles?
while everyone else played with their friends
i'm so sad wow
excuse me while i go cry some more