Ah, middle school. How well I remember thee.
You worked along side puberty to transform me into an angsty little brat, and I thank you for that. Your restricting walls made me hate my parents, and your scheduled classes made me want to rebel against organized religion.

The relationships you harbored beneath your roof made me consider cutting myself. You create great complications in my friendships that made me blankly stare at walls and mumble for hours on end.

Cry and cry and cry.
Never bothering to get the hell over it.

I miss you middle school.
And what an em-o-scream-o bitch you made me.

Perhaps one day, you, me, and those bondage pants will meet up again and go back to thinking we are hard core.

I threw all my black t-shirts out.
But I will never throw away the memories.