𝓘𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗱𝗱𝗼𝘁

𝟎𝟒

𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, -@𝟰𝟰𝟰𝗞𝗔𝗟𝗜
𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲, 15
𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗺

BEEP BEEP BEEP,

mmcht. this fuck ass alarm

0.5 seconds after i wokeup i remembered whoo the fuck what comin ova' !

ian gon liiie, a bitch wanted ta look goood fa him. so i hopped my ass the fuck outta bed, goin on wit my morning routine—

i was in the shower havin a whole ass 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐓𝐓! like niggas was havin a blast, rinsing the shampoo outta my hair,

"WE GONNA PARTY LIKE IT'S 3012 TONIGHT! I WANNA SHOW YOU ALL DA FINER THINGS IN LIFE! SO JUS FORGET ABOUT THE WORLD, WE YOUNG TONIGHT"

bieber wasn't even ma shit, but 𝐎𝐔𝐔𝐔! this damn song,

i finished my shower, hoppin out & wrapping a towel around myself, continuing my lil concert.

"I'M COMIN FOR YA! IM COMIN FOR YAAA!" my singing coming out muffled through the toothbrush stuffed in my mouth,

i picked my phone up, checking the time— '10:57am' ohhh nah! bitch it take me mad long ta get ready & i only got two more hoursss !

why niggas gotta come over so damn early? like he don't sleep or sum.

i rushed through my skincare routine— rushing into my closet, pickin out a cute lil tracksuit,

-madeline's fit-

i ran ta my vanity— tryna get through my makeup routine 𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘊𝘒𝘒!

darrian & i had already said our goodmorning's & he had just texted me telling me he'd be over in 20 minutes,

i finished quicker than expected.. laying my back onto my bed, analysing my photo wall

𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐇𝐇, lemme stop reminiscing bout this shit— it's people dying out there.