It's Like A Love Letter But Opposite.
Dear Buses and Weather,
This competitiveness has got to stop. I know you want me to choose, but I simply can't. I hate you both equally.
Weather, your arctic winds numbed my fingers, slapped me in the face and and curled their way past the defenses of my North Face Hood, underneath my scarf and down my neck. I, in turn, had only burning embers of my rage to keep me warm.
And you, buses, you suck equally as hard. You abandoned me and my community when we needed you the most. Then you came back. You promised to be their for me. And I forgave you. And yet, when I went to the bus stop this morning, YOU WERE NOT THERE! But like a fool, I told myself it was probably just a mistake. And so, I gave you a second chance. I waited for you again, after work and once again, YOU STOOD ME UP.
So FUCK YOU, buses! And KISS MY ASS, weather! Know that my rage, though divide, burns true for both of you.
No love,
DQ23
This competitiveness has got to stop. I know you want me to choose, but I simply can't. I hate you both equally.
Weather, your arctic winds numbed my fingers, slapped me in the face and and curled their way past the defenses of my North Face Hood, underneath my scarf and down my neck. I, in turn, had only burning embers of my rage to keep me warm.
And you, buses, you suck equally as hard. You abandoned me and my community when we needed you the most. Then you came back. You promised to be their for me. And I forgave you. And yet, when I went to the bus stop this morning, YOU WERE NOT THERE! But like a fool, I told myself it was probably just a mistake. And so, I gave you a second chance. I waited for you again, after work and once again, YOU STOOD ME UP.
So FUCK YOU, buses! And KISS MY ASS, weather! Know that my rage, though divide, burns true for both of you.
No love,
DQ23