Ugh. When is the schoolyard drama supposed to end? I still feel like I have to be amazing at hop-scotch and hanging upside down on the monkey-bars to keep my friend(s) happy.
Didn't I learn back then that hop-scotch takes balance and swinging upside down takes practice and you get a lot of blisters in the learning process? I want to be a kid a times, but this? No thank you.
Wearing my heart under my sleeve is hard work (it's the same as on your sleeve except you don't let people know it's there). Back then you could talk to your teacher and they would help you resolve your issues and you'd usually get a sticker. Where is my teacher and where is my sticker dammit?
