The prescience of dawn
School starts in seventeen days. I'm beyond ready. I have this sneaking suspicion that my closest friends are secretly conspiring to hate me all at once. It's less a suspicion and more the ambient feeling of recent gatherings.
I wrecked my car yesterday. I asked two of my closest friends to come with me to tell him for moral support. They both refused to accompany me. About here is where I had a realization or two.
BABY, I'M BAD NEWS.
I wrecked my car yesterday. I asked two of my closest friends to come with me to tell him for moral support. They both refused to accompany me. About here is where I had a realization or two.
BABY, I'M BAD NEWS.