wasting time
You don't realize how alive you are until you are running through the rain with 5 other people (including a friend visiting from Italy), screaming and yelling and jumping over puddles at 12:30am on a Monday, with not a care in the world (except getting out of the rain).
Times like these make me wish I could take back all those wasted days, and exchange them for somthing a little more great.
Times like these make me wish I could take back all those wasted days, and exchange them for somthing a little more great.