Butters I'm sorry I only ever write about you when I feel like poop, I promise I'll make you happy one day.
TW? I guess
You love to smile. You love smiling so much, in fact, it's your favourite thing to do.
You smile all the time.
You smile as you greet your teachers.
You smile as you pass your classmates in the halls.
You smile as a friend gives you a hug.
You smile as you see the big red C- at the top of your test.
You smile as someone knocks into you in passing.
You smile and apologize as they walk away.
You smile as you remove the nasty note taped to your locker. Some kids have the weirdest sense of humor, you know?
You smile as everyone gets picked before you in gym class.
You smile even though no one passes you the ball.
You smile alone in your bus seat.
You smile at your pet bunny when you get home.
You smile as your father comes into your room.
You smile as he shouts at your for things you'd never done.
You smile at the carpet as he leaves you, grounded again.
You smile at your book case, lined with books and vitamins and medicine.
You smile at the bottle of aspirin clutched in your fist.
You smile as you swallow.
You smile as you toss the bottle in the trash can.
You smile as you climb into bed, covers folded neatly over your body.
You smile as your phone vibrates in your pocket. "Did you do the chemistry homework yet?"
You smile as you respond, "Yeah I'll let you have it in the morning :)"
You smile as your cheeks become too wet to keep wiping them.
You smile as your vision starts to leave you.
You smile as you fall asleep.