Please enjoy this poem entitled, “Shitty handwriting: not a real poem because it’s my actual situation right now, pt. 1”
No matter if the girl met the love of her life or if he stabbed someone in the neck.
No one can read my next three chapters,
cause I can’t type the next three chapters,
cause I can’t read what I wrote,
cause I have shitty handwriting.
And I wrote in pencil.