5-1=4

5-1=4. Good thing, right? But where does that “take away one” go anyway?

I know where it goes. And unlike what math teachers might tell you, all the negatives don’t join up to have a nice little negative party. No, they are all alone.

Until, apparently, the end of the year.

I will sitting alone every other day at lunch. Every other day. Alone.

Sometimes I hate my friends.

No offense. Well kinda offense. Hey, aren’t we friends, you guys??? How about we take turns sitting alone? Rotate out? Or maybe even sit 3 and 2?
Is that too… complicated for you? Oh I’m sorry I don’t really care.


Sure you don’t care, Olivia, you just keep telling yourself that.


Why am I the one cut out?

I HATE THIS. It redefines the cracks. The lines.

The lines suck. And the worst thing is, I know some of these people might normally want to do something about it, but don’t want to be seen doing nice things in front of their “friends/” influence-ers because it’s bad for a girl’s reputation to help someone with glasses. Even if they have been your friend for a few years now. Oh no, it doesn’t matter.


Oh, yeah, sure, I’m still friends with all of you. I still like you and everything. Sure I do.

But I really hate four to a table.


And I REALLY hate the lines.

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