"You are all individuals!" "I'm not!" "SHHH!"
I wish Patrick's grandmother hadn't insisted on taking us to school today in her huge pink van. We were like a trio of clowns, pouring into the high school with Pat's grandma laying on the horn the whole time, trying to get students out of the way. It made for a mortifying entrance.
Still trying to find my place here. I never imagined it would feel this crowded. I never imagined it'd make you feel this shapeless, either. Like an ant in an anthill, just following orders.
There's got to be something better.
I've got to tell Pat I'd rather walk.
Still trying to find my place here. I never imagined it would feel this crowded. I never imagined it'd make you feel this shapeless, either. Like an ant in an anthill, just following orders.
There's got to be something better.
I've got to tell Pat I'd rather walk.