Stumbling and shit

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Last night was the most pathetic day of my existence so far. With my best friend calling me a fat ass in front of my crush, and my crush being called a random name called a bubble gum or something. After that, I was repeatedly being tickled by Josh aka 'tickles', My only friend who tickles me more than the actual-normal-friendship-practice called talking. Which lead to me punching him involuntarily with my knuckles. What? I had given him ENOUGH signals to understand that he was going way outta hand. Like fuck off 'tickles' . You asked for this, you get this.

After I punched 'tickles' almost all the guys fled from our table which got pretty much populated after my socially flying bff rushed and made a complete fool of me and herself. Even though I felt a lot relieved after the sudden population decrease, my nerve got pretty stonned after I saw Craig leaving the table too.

Yeah. Thug Life.

Which took me back to base one aka the introverted phase.

I am doing everything to avoid my whooping face in front of his sexy ass. I am gonna wear every fucking camouflage available in this fucking planet to avoid him, yes I am even gonna avoid his fucking left out carbon dioxide.

Describing my current situation, I am half lying and half sitting in a perpendicular position on my bed which means I am literally pulling off the lying dead position. Duh!

I got a call from my bff aka Gloria informing me that she would be landing her flat ass over my house at five fucking minutes. And for the time being I am gonna sing some irritating songs.

I like us better when we're wasted
It makes it easier to say it
Lay all your laundry on the bed
And then I'll lay in it instead
I like us better when we're wasted
Oh oh oh oh oh

Pictures of Craig start flashing by in a random order, like some kind of Ipod shuffle in my brain.

You are a glass half empty
Sipping my ocean dry
Emotionally spend me
Till none of our planets could align
But I could stand you one more night

Craig. Craig. Craig. Ohmygawd. Craig again. Craig.

I like us better when we're wasted
It makes it easier to say it
Lay all your laundry on the bed
And then I'll lay in it instead
I like us better when we're wasted
Oh oh oh oh oh


"MEGAAANN!! YOUR FRIEND IS HERE ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?! I HAVE BEEN SHOUTING ABOUT A HUNDRED TIMES! WHY DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN TO ME!? BAD HABBITS ARE TAKING OVER YOU, YOUNG LADY!!!"

With that nobodies and nobodies, I stumbled over thin air.

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